Damn it
I'll be damned if I'm going to spend eternity in hell. I just won't have it. If I do then you'll never know I have. Unless you take the lift down too. Taking the lift down is no way to take a lift. Not that I've done anything bad enough to be judged worthy of a lifetime of a eternity in the afterlife's equivalent of the slammer. If I am damned, I'll be damned if I am. I'll be. Even when I cease to be, there's no doubt I'll be. Hell, if I am damned at least I won't have to endure a draft. They only sell lager. I'll be damned if I'm going to sit on a hot poker. If I sit on a hot poker I'll be damned. Well, I'll be. I am. This is yet another post worthy of this damn nation. It's right up there. Right up. It's a devil of a thing. Damn and salve: one is an ointment.











