Latest post of the previous page:Well,
I am never quite sure how the worst jazz pianist in Christendom became such a great smiling angel as he appears to be. I am somewhat perplexed by the fact that there are no Christians here. Perhaps they think they shouldn't have to be doing such strange things as dancing with winged necropolites on the cloud that I'm looking down from. But in heaven we never know exactly when or how the 'Lord' will react to stimuli like porn, praying and various other unsavoury habits. Sometimes he explodes whilst watching big butch women eating popcorn and drinking gallons of lukeward Blaand coffee. Whereas it behooves all who would fain submit to Christian baptism and all the other nonsense to which we have become impervious, to ensure that we are not excluded from all the fun. You get up to 80% off which helps immeasurably with the cost of providing pleasurable activities and we have yet to discover what it would be like to have sex while trumpeting with elephantine angels but hopefully we shall eventually get it.
God knows what joys we occasionally miss while we are busy tut-tutting about mischievously playing pranks on him. As you mightn’t be aware that cannabis is freely distributed among the dead, which may explain why they seem feckless and giggle and they write worryingly about nonsense. The worst kind of angels abuse children and torture muslims which serves them right! On the other hand, demons are relatively fluffy, with a discernible penchant for stamp-collecting. Well, I must be mad.