Close to Home by John McPherson for August 23, 2022

I like atomic fireballs.

Score

Hot Tamales and those little cinnamon toothpicks

I thought that Andy would be the pinata.

It’s the fun that counts.

Helluva birthday party.

Politely ask them for something different. They’ll listen compassionately, take your request into consideration, transcend the situation, make their choice based on popular opinion, then invite you back to experience a new candy.

AND IT WILL STILL BE ATOMIC FIREBALLS… LOOK WHERE YOU ARE!

should have been coal or brimstone

I suppose the piñata could have contained Red Hots as well.

Now that you have your candy, it is time for tonights feature film. Tonight we give you the movie Heaven.

Well, I suppose an angel food cake is out of the question, though now that I think about it, maybe demons like the idea of eating angel food things.

What about the Fireball drink?

Even that is expecting too much…..

I would’ve guessed Tootsie Rolls…yuck!

Somebody get Bleeb out of there. He’s a little devil sometimes but doesn’t deserve this. :)

His real name is Andrew. He hates being called Andy.

After seeing the James Webb telescope photos – all those galaxies in just that tiny tiny view of outer space – one might wonder if heaven is “up there” somewhere, how did hell get stuck in the center of just this planet?

I thought maybe it was black licorice. I like it, but it’s not for everyone. They don’t look like Atomic Fireballs.

Hell, by definition, is a place of suffering and punishment, so partying is unlikely.

Oooohhh…. one of my favorites!