I'm in Hell.

I swear I don't usually publish this stuff unless it's either funny or disturbing.
I took this damned damnation test with all honesty, and I got sent to the center of Hell. That's hard to swallow, even for me.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Ninth Level of Hell - Cocytus!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Extreme

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

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No matter how you feel about Bush, the war, and America, this is funny.
I have one and have had another one stolen. Don't call me un-American, suckas. I drive a Ford, and I would hump the Statue of Liberty, if I could get up that high.

Funny you mention that.

I have been luxuriating in French press coffee lately, too. Cleaning the damned electric model with vinegar has become a pain in the ass, and the smell makes me want to suck on the end of the exhaust pipe of the Focus, with that really stinky just started for the first time in two days and it was really cold last night stink. You know what I mean.

I had some Starbucks Italian Roast made extra strongly this morning, and oh my. Oh yes. Very good. Starbucks' Breakfast Blend is the smoothest thing (made by Starbucks, I mean) you can put in a French press. I think it's a good way to introduce a newby to the wonders of the French press. I just had some that I had bought to ease the transition for myself. Took only one cup, though, so I now I am onto my customarily strong roasts and blends.

It's okay if you don't hate Starbucks, Chris. Frankie and I had a long talk yesterday about why people hate Starbucks. I could go on about this, but I won't. We both know someone out west here who walked into Starbucks and said, "I can't believe I'm in here," but he went right on listening to his iPod and wearing his Nikes. Because Starbucks is the only evil corporation out there, right? Right.

From Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

Fuck fuck mother mother fuck mother mother fuck fuck mother fuck mother fuck
Noich noich noich.
One two one two three four
Noich noich noich.
Smokin weed smokin weed doin coke drikin beers drinkin beers beers beers.
Rollin phatties smoking blunts
Who smokes blunts?
We smoke the blunts.
Rollin blunts...

Can't spell, huh?

To quote Hemingway:
"You rotten son of a bitch."

I kant hellp dat I kant sppel twwo godd, mawn.

Seriously, though, you're right. We do need to write on here more. What happened to the old caffeine-induced tirades? The booze-driven bitching? We should get alternately drunk or French-press-buzzed and post shit for the hell of it. Maybe we need some new blood, but it would have to be people we know and love and respect and cherish and etc.

Oh, and I don't remember the last time this word was on here, so I'll be like old school Nike and Just Do It:

FUCK.

There, it's been done. Let's get on with the show.