Jeff Tiedrich - actual antichrist really hopes they let him into heaven

can you imagine Donny Convict’s vulgar and childish vision of heaven? tasteless gold filigree everywhere. ethereal golf courses, as far as the eye can see. every shot is a hole-in-one.

God — big, strong, with the tears in his eyes — calls him ‘sir,’ and asks for tips on his swing. every angel looks like Walt Nauta and serves him Diet Cokes from golden platters. not a windmill in sight. no sharks, either.

all the women look like Ivanka.

no wonder the stupid shit is so horny to get there.