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Post by 3D on Sept 18, 2017 17:58:19 GMT -8
I've never been told to move there in real life, only on the internet. IRL, I've been told to go to hell more times than I can count. Maybe I need an Honorary Hellion t-shirt. www.gotohellmi.com/
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Post by Origanalist on Sept 18, 2017 17:58:39 GMT -8
I be culturally appropriating all over the place. Mostly Africa. Africa is a big place.
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Post by Origanalist on Sept 18, 2017 18:02:25 GMT -8
I've never been told to move there in real life, only on the internet. IRL, I've been told to go to hell more times than I can count. Maybe I need an Honorary Hellion t-shirt. www.gotohellmi.com/Lol, I've been to Nowhere but didn't realize I could go to Hell by driving there.
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Post by 3D on Sept 18, 2017 18:04:41 GMT -8
Lol, I've been to Nowhere but didn't realize I could go to Hell by driving there. They sell souvenirs too. That way you have prove you've been to Hell.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 18, 2017 18:05:38 GMT -8
Lol, I've been to Nowhere but didn't realize I could go to Hell by driving there. You live near the Highway to Hell?
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 18, 2017 18:07:01 GMT -8
Lol, I've been to Nowhere but didn't realize I could go to Hell by driving there. They sell souvenirs too. That way you have prove you've been to Hell. Lemme guess, devil forks and horns for the little ones?
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Post by Origanalist on Sept 18, 2017 18:11:48 GMT -8
Lol, I've been to Nowhere but didn't realize I could go to Hell by driving there. They sell souvenirs too. That way you have prove you've been to Hell. Yep, 522 to 405, get on West I90 and you go straight to Hell.
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Post by Origanalist on Sept 18, 2017 18:13:27 GMT -8
Lol, I've been to Nowhere but didn't realize I could go to Hell by driving there. They sell souvenirs too. That way you have prove you've been to Hell. They say that for a nominal fee you can even be Mayor for a day.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 18, 2017 18:15:44 GMT -8
The weirdest place I've ever been is a town called Dull in Scotland. It actually wasn't dull. There was one hotel where a wedding was happening, one pub and one restaurant. After we talked them into letting us stay there we went to the restaurant where I almost got us thrown out for laughing - in my defense, the waitress brought out a big dessert cart with no desserts on it. It had little scraps of paper and not even nice scraps of paper, torn off strips with the names of desserts on them. Anyway, the party next to our table were picking up the scraps of paper, reading the dessert out loud with a sounds effect like mmmmm, and then passing the fucking torn up paper around. I couldn't help it, it was ridiculous. After that we went to the pub and found out there was a fair where I got on this spinning ride with no safety straps and almost got flung off of. I ended up hitting my head pretty hard. Mr A saw the whole thing (he can't spin, he has a delicate constitution, bless his heart) and he said he thought I was a goner.
Dull was definitely not dull.
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Post by 3D on Sept 18, 2017 18:16:07 GMT -8
Lol, I've been to Nowhere but didn't realize I could go to Hell by driving there. You live near the Highway to Hell? Hell is about 42 miles to the south of my house.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 18, 2017 18:17:14 GMT -8
You live near the Highway to Hell? Hell is about 42 miles to the south of my house. It's probably a good idea to stay north of Hell.
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Post by Origanalist on Sept 18, 2017 18:18:21 GMT -8
The weirdest place I've ever been is a town called Dull in Scotland. It actually wasn't dull. There was one hotel where a wedding was happening, one pub and one restaurant. After we talked them into letting us stay there we went to the restaurant where I almost got us thrown out for laughing - in my defense, the waitress brought out a big dessert cart with no desserts on it. It had little scraps of paper and not even nice scraps of paper, torn off strips with the names of desserts on them. Anyway, the party next to our table were picking up the scraps of paper, reading the dessert out loud with a sounds effect like mmmmm, and then passing the fucking torn up paper around. I couldn't help it, it was ridiculous. After that we went to the pub and found out there was a fair where I got on this spinning ride with no safety straps and almost got flung off of. I ended up hitting my head pretty hard. Mr A saw the whole thing (he can't spin, he has a delicate constitution, bless his heart) and he said he thought I was a goner. Dull was definitely not dull. What would you call it then?
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Post by 3D on Sept 18, 2017 18:19:58 GMT -8
They sell souvenirs too. That way you have prove you've been to Hell. They say that for a nominal fee you can even be Mayor for a day. Yeah, and for just under $10, you can own a piece of Hell. I wonder if you get stuck with a property tax bill that way.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 18, 2017 18:23:14 GMT -8
The weirdest place I've ever been is a town called Dull in Scotland. It actually wasn't dull. There was one hotel where a wedding was happening, one pub and one restaurant. After we talked them into letting us stay there we went to the restaurant where I almost got us thrown out for laughing - in my defense, the waitress brought out a big dessert cart with no desserts on it. It had little scraps of paper and not even nice scraps of paper, torn off strips with the names of desserts on them. Anyway, the party next to our table were picking up the scraps of paper, reading the dessert out loud with a sounds effect like mmmmm, and then passing the fucking torn up paper around. I couldn't help it, it was ridiculous. After that we went to the pub and found out there was a fair where I got on this spinning ride with no safety straps and almost got flung off of. I ended up hitting my head pretty hard. Mr A saw the whole thing (he can't spin, he has a delicate constitution, bless his heart) and he said he thought I was a goner. Dull was definitely not dull. What would you call it then? I dunno if I'm qualified to name a town in Scotland. Dull in a brogue, maybe? It sounds more exciting. Fodors said not to go there and I did anyway, I guess I got what I deserved.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 18, 2017 18:25:30 GMT -8
They say that for a nominal fee you can even be Mayor for a day. Yeah, and for just under $10, you can own a piece of Hell. I wonder if you get stuck with a property tax bill that way. It might pay for me to buy in now so I can secure a prime location near the furnace.
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