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

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

. I'll change my life for the better. Become renewed, refreshed! Of course there was one man who wasn't about to let bygones be bygones. Reminded of this, the next thing I did was

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.