Such a silly joke. Bob called me on the phone on day 2 of the Hurrican disaster when the cops were handing in their badges and leaving. He never intended his light bulb joke to be an actual strip, but I did it anyways…
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September 6th, 2005 at 10:15 am
I just realised that I keep getting the first post in most of the time. I’m gonna rub it in. FIRST POST!
Back to this, great gagness was to be had here on so many different levels. Well, three levels that I could count.
September 6th, 2005 at 10:30 am
Yeah, we should really milk our gags out more instead of delivering so much in one… heh…
September 6th, 2005 at 11:42 am
That’s our Bob! One major douche bag!
September 6th, 2005 at 11:57 am
CONGRATULATIONS!!! You’ve won a free one-way ticket to hell! Please see your closest Wal-Mart representative to claim your prize.
Gotta love the humor DJ, gotta love it.
September 6th, 2005 at 12:31 pm
The pun… dear god the pun!
I’d gouge my eyes out but i dont like the idea of only having radio porn for the rest of my life.
September 6th, 2005 at 12:46 pm
You guys are so going to hell…and you’re taking me with you.
September 6th, 2005 at 1:16 pm
I misread the pun the first time. I thought that Bob meant that hell wouldn’t be so bad because there’d be a lot of fans spinning to cool the air, while DJ thought that such excellent people as their fans would never go to hell. An idle mind is the Devil’s plaything I guess.
September 6th, 2005 at 1:16 pm
I’ve got seats reserved right up front, who wants one?
September 6th, 2005 at 1:40 pm
You save a seat for me, tek. Between the two of us, we could take over a nice little corner of hell and stock it with booze and broads.
September 6th, 2005 at 2:24 pm
3-titted broads, of course.
September 6th, 2005 at 3:50 pm
when i take over hell, DJ and Bob get special places
September 6th, 2005 at 6:00 pm
You know, there is a joke that goes along those lines:
A Wiccan man passes on, and comes to the gates of the Summerland (Wiccan version of Heaven). He finds the gates barred, with a sign saying ‘Closed for Renovation’. At this point he notices a staircase next to the gate.
So he climbs the stairs, and after awhile come out at the top. In front of him he finds an ancient looking man, in front of a pair of pearly gates. The elder man looks up, seeing the Wiccan, and asks if he can help him.
“Uhm, I was down at the gates of the Summerland, and a sign said Closed for Renovation”, the Wiccan man said.
“Ah, I understand now. Just go back down the stairs till you reach the bottom. They’ll take care of you there,” the old man assured him.
The Wiccan replied uncertainly, “But if this is where I think it is, then isn’t ?”
“Don’t worry about it, just go downstairs. Everything will be fine,” the old man replied.
And so the Wiccan man descended the stairs, until he came to the bottom, to a pair of wrought iron gates, standing open. There, he saw a beautiful scene before him. Rolling meadows, and deep peaceful forests, table laid out with plentiful food and drink, adults and children, laughing, dancing and running about. This certainly was not what he had heard the Christian Hell was supposed to be like.
After a week of time in this blissful afterlife, the Wiccan man happened to bump into a tall figure. Upon looking up, he realized he was looking at Lucifer himself, tall, strong, and black-winged. Startled, the man could barely answer when Lucifer asked,
“So, how do you like your stay so far ?”
“It’s wonderful,” said the Wiccan, “but nothing at all like what I had heard about”
“Yes, well, overtime people can easily get set in the sterotypes”
As they were talking, the Wiccan man noticed something strange behind Lucifer. The ground behind him suddenly ripped open in the distance, and fire could be seen leaping from the crack. Devils and demons hopped in glee as the sky cracked open and a dozen screaming and wailing figures fell from the sky, into the fiery crack. With a loud crunching of earth, the ground slammed shut, shutting out the fires and the screams.
Lucifer, noticing the pale look on the Wiccan’s face, turns around to look behind him. When he turns back the Wiccan asks in a shaky voice,
“What was that !?”
“Them?”, Lucifer replied. “Those were the Christians. They wouldn’t have it any other way”
Baddum Ching
September 6th, 2005 at 11:36 pm
LOL