I have figured out what hell is
like. It is one continuous, never ending meeting, lasting for all
eternity. Old Nick sits at the head of the table, surrounded by his
satanic staff. They are shouting at each other, each convinced that he
knows best how the place should be run.
The big guy with the horns says nothing, just sits there grinning broadly.
He loves those meetings where everybody talks and nothing gets done.
Now I am wondering if the evil one might have snuck into some of those church board meetings that I have attended too many of.
Now I am wondering if the evil one might have snuck into some of those church board meetings that I have attended too many of.
You talked me out of being on the board one time, and since then, I've refused three requests. I'm picturing this old guy (even though I think he's a metaphor) sitting there making me miserable and cranky.
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