While I can normally convince at least one of my friends to see a movie with me if I think it is going to be good I had resigned myself to viewing Lake of Fire by my lonesome. But when one of my roommates decided on scheduling a last minute party for a Sunday night my remaining roommates quickly decided that a 150 minute documentary on abortion was the type of escapism they were searching for on that night.

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don’t go to Heaven where the angels fly.
They go to a Lake of Fire and fry.
Won’t see ‘em again ’till the Fourth of July.
- The Meat Puppets

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