Don't worry about that,' says St. Peter, 'It's only someone having the holes put into her shoulder blades for the wings.'
The old lady looks a little uncomfortable but carries on with the conversation.
Ten minutes later, there are more blood curdling screams. 'Oh my God,'
Says the old lady, 'now what's happening?'
'Not to worry,' says St.. Peter, 'she’s just having her head drilled to fit the halo'.
'I can't do this,' says the old lady, 'I'm going to hell. '
ou can't go there, ' says St. Peter. ' You'll be raped and taken advantage of.Maybe so,' says the old lady, 'but I've already got the holes for that.'
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I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. And I'm asking you sir, at the top of my lungs - that thing! That horrible thing that I see! What's that thing you've made out of my truffula tree?
