but if you live wickedly, dependability awaits.
Let me explain.
In Hell, the first thing you'll notice is that everyone loves--really loves!--your ex.
They don't have Christmas; instead, a constant Black Friday.
Above your head, music--exclusively "Friday" by Rebecca Black.
Friday...but not payday. Sorry.
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for my BF's kick-ass Friday 55
Friday not payday has to be one of the bleakest part of being alive (always thought that was in January)
ReplyDeleteYou have *made* my day with this --- poem and video. :)
ReplyDeleteI hope it's live, and I hope I'm her.
HA! Also *snork.* I always hoped Hell would you know, have more orgies and stuff, but I do understand it was Torment the Bearded Guy had in mind, so this picture seems entirely apposite. And *mindboggled* who let that Rebecca thing near a microphoone? thanks for getting a laugh out of me this morning Shay, with your very kickass 55. Galen would have loved it.
ReplyDeleteOh fekkin' hell... And I was looking forward to the pit, thought it would beat the piped elevator music up to heaven.
ReplyDeleteLOL........how to rock a 55!
ReplyDeleteAt least its warm when we get there...here its no paycheck and too damn cold.
ReplyDeletehaha. yep.
ReplyDeleteUntil I know what they do, in hell, to the people they really love, I won't lose hope. Hey, they might love them hotly--really, really hot.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the roar.
Yep, that definitely sounds like hell. Black Friday Santa is a ghoul.
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