That's funny, because that's actually my version of Hell.
My version of paradise would be being able to see the universe and know its secrets, and live lifetimes within a nanosecond. Then I will get a book deal and sell the rights to a movie company that will completely bastardize everything that my book originally stood for, which is that cats and dogs would get along so much better if they were legally allowed to marry. You'd be surprised at how small minded some planets can be, like the Pinheads of Zippy 38.
I would also like a blunt that never went out, a bottle that never ran dry, and a vagina that never got all gross looking and gray/brownish with the lips going all over the place like some sort of creature trying unsuccessfully to climb out of it. Or a penis, depending on which sex I feel like becoming.





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