Mine would be stuck in a room for eternity with Missy Higgins, Amy Winehouse and <insert random rapper's name here> all taking turns singing their songs.
Aaaarrggghhhh!!!!!!!!! :buggedout: :buggedout: :buggedout:
A single room, without a sink or soap, I would find some reason to wash my hands and wouldn't be able to. :buggedout:
Listening to Hillary Clinton and Rosie O'Donnell talk politics and religion and gender issues forever!
Stuck in an endless line that never moves at the department of motor vehicles, surrounded by smelly people and with bad jazz music playing in the background.
Been there, done that. I endured it for about 2 hours. It seemed more like 2 days.
The drunk tank in jail. It's worse than being in a regular cell. Every one is sick and puking. They stink,I stink,the lights never get turned off at night and it's cold. You get a thin mat(sometimes) to lay on,if there is room to even lay down.
Jail sucks.
Quote from: indianasmith on January 28, 2008, 11:42:40 PM
Listening to Hillary Clinton and Rosie O'Donnell talk politics and religion and gender issues forever!
Ewwww, that's like the seventh level of hell :hatred:
Having Camilla Parker Bowles do a slowww, sensuous striptease for me. :buggedout:
Having to share space with Robert Mugabe, Margaret Thatcher and a few other politicos. :hatred:
Having a MP3 player that sticks on a song I don't like while in hell.
Watching Uwe Boll's films in slow-mo.
Being abused again as I was years back: this time I would retaliate.
Hearing children screaming: that is the worst noise for me.
Trapped in loony left land without a sharp pointy stick.
Quote from: Patient7 on January 28, 2008, 11:38:04 PM
A single room, without a sink or soap, I would find some reason to wash my hands and wouldn't be able to. :buggedout:
Also, basketball with the most vindictive NBA players. I'm not too good at basketball, or anything other sport for that matter.
MY hell already exists in the form of my soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law's house. :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle:
Or, since I'm such a compulsive, being forced to watch other people do something I know I can do more neatly but not being allowed to do it. I know that sounds weird, but hey, I'm a compulsive.
My idea of Hell? Hmm, personally I think that whole fire 'n brimstone thing would kinda suck.
Trapped in a cold smelly room with Vanilla Ice and Mel Gibson constantly singing country songs and comparing scars while being continuously kicked in the groin while W watches the whole thing while trying to complete a full English sentence without mangling it to death.
Quote from: Mortal Envelope on January 31, 2008, 08:38:01 AM
Trapped in a cold smelly room with Vanilla Ice and Mel Gibson constantly singing country songs and comparing scars while being continuously kicked in the groin while W watches the whole thing while trying to complete a full English sentence without mangling it to death.
I've been through this and I can verify it is indeed very hellish.
Being stuck in permanent gridlocked traffic when the outside temperature is 100 degrees. The car's AC isn't working and every radio station plays nothing but Celine Dion and I can't turn the radio volume down or even turn it off.
When I crawl into the backseat and rip the speakers out, they still continue to play.
And I can't just walk away from my vehicle because the highway is surrounded on both sides by lava.
If I try to throw the speakers into the lava, they magically return to me like a boomerang.
And they're still playing Celine Dion.
NOOOOOO!!! :buggedout:
Quote from: Trevor on January 29, 2008, 09:31:36 AM
Having Camilla Parker Bowles do a slowww, sensuous striptease for me. :buggedout:
:bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle:
I don't know whether to give you karma for that (after I stop retching) or to boo you for even putting the idea out into the universe.
Being stuck at a party (I could stop there--I hate parties), no exits, forced to drink a lot of soda only to find out there are no bathrooms or even semi-private areas to, um, re-use the soda glasses.
Being forced to repeatedly watch the finale of
The Full Monty, starring Ed Asner, Ernest Borgnine, Jack Black, Harry Morgan, Adam West, RuPaul, and Bea Arthur.
Being a Hollywood C-list celebrity who got real drunk one night and made a complete, and very public, fool out of myself. Then to restore my career, I would have to go on the Oprah and Doctor Phil shows and confess all, cry, and let the healing process begin.
I have to go with a description a Methodist Minister friend of mine gave me once of his version of Hell.
When I die I find myself in the back row of a huge theater. God in all his glory is sitting in the center of the stage and in the front row are my wife and children bathing in the glorious light and I can't be with them.
Trapped in a house caught on fire with no escape.
Being part of MTVs Real World casts. What a buncha useless twerps.
-Ed
Glowing blue Mae West clones (86 years old Mae West clones) wearing revealing wedding gowns and "energetically" pole dancing to amateur country western music in a discotech.
That about covers it.
Quote from: Derf on February 01, 2008, 08:42:15 AM
Being forced to repeatedly watch the finale of The Full Monty, starring Ed Asner, Ernest Borgnine, Jack Black, Harry Morgan, Adam West, RuPaul, and Bea Arthur.
Egad, did you have to say that?
Quote from: Snivelly on February 01, 2008, 05:11:17 PM
Quote from: Derf on February 01, 2008, 08:42:15 AM
Being forced to repeatedly watch the finale of The Full Monty, starring Ed Asner, Ernest Borgnine, Jack Black, Harry Morgan, Adam West, RuPaul, and Bea Arthur.
Egad, did you have to say that?
Happy to be of service, ma'am.
Wherever there is something disgusting being said, wherever vile images are being bandied about, I will be there to go one step too far. Yes, I am Ewww-man.
So, does this trait need to go in the "Quirks that make me a bad person" thread?