You're going to want to sit down for this.

You're going to want to sit down for this. Well get dressed first and then sit down. I have a confession to make and it may come as a surprise for some of you.

Well, actually there are a few things. I lick my coworkers telephones when I'm sick. I've eaten sandwiches in the fridge that are clearly labeled. I drink milk from the carton, and

think hand washing is a waste of time. When I have a cold I just tell people it's allergies. Sometimes it turns out to be the flu, but oh well, too late then! I'll drink the last

of my tea and leave influenzal lipstick on the glass. Yes, then the busboy will get sick, and he touches other dishes too. I try this in every town with an anti-vaccine groundswell

of a Christian revival and it usually pays well enough to get me to the next town. The only problem is that I have no lovers or friends. But this town, this town is going to change

everything for me. I will have lovers who will be friends & friends who will be lovers on an as & when basis. I'll ditch the charismatic preaching & get an honest job chopping veg

turn my back on atonement. Tell them all to go to Hell, but wait he has already been there and now owns it, so you might not want.

Hell was at 3208 W. Armitage. Have your pizzz delivered or go to Hell. Your choice. Visiting was a trip through theland between two walls.

Between two walls was the dining room for Lou's Pizzzarhea. No-one there could tell for sure if it was Purgatory or not. It smelled great, but your order never came. Ever. Ever.