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October 5, 2006

Jim: Eternity

The third level of Hell is reserved for the gluttonous. Dante described it as a place of eternal storms, accursed, heavy and cold.

Pooh, being a bear of very little brain, had no idea why he was there. What he did know, however, was that there was a hunny tree in the valley below.

“Oh, fluff and stuff,” he said. “How ever shall I get some hunny?”

A plan slowly took form. “Why not?” he asked himself.

First he had to catch the balloon. And then maybe he could talk a demon into saying, “Tsk. Tsk. It looks like rain.”

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Comments

Someone did their homework.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 5, 2006 2:14 PM · Permalink

Nah.

I just have little kids.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 5, 2006 2:24 PM · Permalink

Uhhh. I suppose I'd better clarify.

The fact I have little kids mostly relates to my knowledge of Winnie the Pooh and not so much about my knowledge of Hell.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 5, 2006 2:33 PM · Permalink

I suggest you skip the "Pooh knows your name" doll. I was up all night, twice, and never got the dumb thing to talk.

Posted by: Kasac at October 5, 2006 4:43 PM · Permalink

I can't vote since we both work off the same ip addy.

However, when I walked into my husband's office I said you could write a Poohbear story off that picture. :)

Kids and hell can sometimes mix you know. At times it can be hell raising kids. /laughs

Posted by: Jim's Wife at October 6, 2006 11:08 AM · Permalink