A Vision of Hell

On Girls' Night Out recently, the idle conversation produced this vision of what Hell would be like:

"You're driving a Yugo, stuck in traffic, in Florida on the hottest day of the year, with a trunk full of fish. In the car with you are the worst teacher you ever had, the worst boss you ever had, and the worst ex-boyfriend you ever had. The radio is broken, permanently and irrevocably tuned to a Slim Whitman yodeling marathon. In front of you on the road is a truck with a hole in the muffler burning diesel fuel . Next to you is a kid in a rice-rocket with the bass thumping so loudly that you can barely hear the yodeling from the radio.

And you have to pee."

I love my friends. :)

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Much is owed to Amy H., Alison R. (look I spelled it right!), Laura M., and Laura's husband, the Great Randino, who, while not present at girls' night, could still throw in a goodie.