Some of you will know that I'm actually a bored middle-aged housewife masquerading as a mongerer, but what none of you know is that I am also a medium and I am able to cross over to the other side. I visited Jake in hell last night and can assure you he's perfectly happy. His wife brought a priest to his deathbed, but he managed to ward off the mumbo jumbo and still made it to where all his friends are under the leadership of his old pal Satan. Every member of the oldest profession have all been reincarnated down there and are servicing our bros nonstop all day and every minute they see an erection. Jake has a huge smile on his face and a large jug of beer in his hand. For those of you who are wondering, there is no karaoke allowed in hell. And those 72 virgins that are promised to the Muslim martyrs, I'm afraid they're for real, but they're all 12-year-old boys.
Sheep roam the corridors of hell and are lubed up and ready for any randy bros who need a quickie.
RIP, Jake.
Before I left him this morning Jake told me that all dead pimps are made to wait until last and only get sloppy seconds. They have to call some dude called Sulasno and make a booking for the girls (or a sheep) and he makes them wait for hours for a room number. He often substitutes a goat for the most attractive sheep. Stephy The Whale has lost a lot of weight in the heat and is now quite attractive. She's currently giving Jake a trip around the world.
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