3 Guys, a House and a Web Site: 3 Plains of Existence, A Death, And A Funeral: Part 1
1/29/07
WiGgY: What am I doing here?
Satan: You're dead. Name please?
WiGgY: Well, everyone just calls me Wiggy.
Satan: Let's see...Wilson, Wilson, ah Wiggy. Hmm...says here you're soul has already been accounted for.
Satan: Hey wait now I remember. You sold your soul to me so you could get back into your house at that crazy Jesus house party.
WiGgY: Well I don't remeber doing that, but it does sound like me.
Satan: This is a problem. I don't have you down as being released.
Satan: If I let you back in I'll have to make a note in the log, and that means our whole inventory accounting is shot to here.
Satan: The only place left for you to go is Heaven.
WiGgY: Yes! Thank Satan for loopholes!
Satan: Yeah, yeah. You're just lucky all my lawyers are out to lunch. Another freaking loophole.
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