Posted on 09/07/2009 10:52:50 AM PDT by US Navy Vet
Luke 16:24 (King James Version)
24And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
“These, err uh, worms are, err, gorging themselves on my brain.”
Man is it hot down here ...
Man there are some really HOT babes down here!
He’s thinking, “It’s a beautiful day. I sure was lucky to get this pretty lady to pick me up on the side of the road and offer to drive me home. I’m not sure where I am.”
“Oh look. A bridge.”
“Hey. What are you doing?!? You’re gonna drive off the bridge!”
*SPLASH*
“Come back. I can’t get the door open. I’m drowning. Hellllp! Gurgle.” Darkness. Distant laughing.
(And then he wakes up tomorrow and does it all over again—for eternity.)
Thereby proving that even God can’t Save some people.
Gee, I didn't know dandilions had such big roots!! I wonder why its so warm here?
He deserves the best of both scenarios. Car plunges into a river of molten lava. Lava splashes through window as Teddy fails to unlock his seatbelt. Teddy breathes in a big gulp of lava and it sears his face, his tongue, his throat... as his eyeballs and brain start to melt, his last thoughts through the waves of incredible pain are of Mary Jo laughing hysterically. Then the whole scenario immediately repeats... for eternity.
“Why can’t I get a martini in this place?”
Johnny! Bobby! Can you introduce me to Marilyn?
The worms! The worms! The worms are in my nose oh!
Legends for future generations - Sisyphus, Tantalus and Kennedus.
In my story, Satan was doing the laughing. Mary Jo is, hopefully, in a better place where she has better things on her mind than the eternal torment of Ted Kennedy.
All I can think of is, that where Teddy is, and his blood alcohol level, the 2 don’t make a good combination.
Yeah, burning female flesh and guts, yeah really cool. And don't forget they have no love left. Love is from God and there is a real absence of it as they get to be incense sticks on a tray.
Remember the rest of the story, 'Tell my brothers not to come here".
Well, I know what I’m thinking: “Good that you are gone, commie. You disgraced this country and you undermined the best interests of this country for decades.”
She left a recording for Ted.
I don’t think hell is fire and brimstone, I think it is unique for each soul, but most of all it is nothing, no up, no down; no left, no right; no in or out; no sound...alone...nothing.
Imagine that for all eternity...
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