Let it snow, let it freakin' snow...

Deep within the pit of my soul, I know for a fact that Hell is not a warm, fiery place of sweat and turmoil. It is in fact a snow-covered wonderland of eternal boredom. A vast marshmallow fluff wasteland that stretches as far as the eye can see in every direction. And it's chilled to a temperature that is so cold, the imps, devils, and generally bad folk cannot keep warm no matter what they do to change their condition...

I am watching the snowfall and all the while, I am dreaming of Hell...

Life gets mighty weird in these parts at this time of the year...

But at least I'm in Heaven with plenty of warm blankies...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word...