I was walking up one of the maaaaany flights of stairs at BYU today and thought, "I bet, in Hell, you have to walk up an eternal flight of stairs. And that's all you do...walk and walk. Oh, and everyone has asthma. And Satan has made it so whoever's in front of you has gas. And the person next to you smells like hot dogs. And you just have to keep climbing those stairs..."
I know. I'm weird.
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