Ask directions to Hell
'Heaven' you say to the cop in a surprised tone,
'I was expecting to go to hell, especially with this
flashy car and my criminal record.'
'Can you tell me how to get to Hell?', you then ask.
'Sure, boy! Take the next right at the crossroads!'
'Cheers, orifecer!' you reply.
You burn down to the crossroads.
Which way will you go?
