Hell

That last post kind of wrung me out, so here's a meme for your amusement (and because I haven't done one in a while.)

Stolen from Behind The Stove, (who already bagged the best quote) who stole it from Badger, who stole it from...someone.

What's your Hell like?

Drinks in my hell:
Budweiser/Miller/Coors and any beer of that ilk
Clamato
Blackberry Brandy
White Zinfandel
Wine coolers

Food in my hell:
Chicken livers the way my mother made them - overcooked, dry and nasty
Manhattan clam chowder
That awful sweet potato dish with marshmallows that people serve at Thanksgiving
Green bean casserole, or anything made with cream of whatever soup
Pureed turnips
Riced potatoes (what is the point of that, exactly?)
Buttermilk dressing
Ranch dressing
Thousand Island dressing (aka Puke In A Bottle)
Processed Cheese Food

Occupations in my hell:
Forest ranger (I hate bugs. To the core of my being. Hate. Them.)
Daycare teacher (I don't much like other people's children - hell, I can barely stand my own sometimes)
Stable cleaner-outer (Bugs AND shit. *shudder*)
Garbage collector (Trash breeds bugs. And stench. And sweaty men.)

Music mix in my hell:
James Blunt
Metallica
Any of those nasally rock bands, like Nickleback and System of a Down and such. That's not music, that's whining.
Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac
99% of country music
Folk music - not trad. stuff, but girl-with-a-guitar kind of thing.

President in my hell:
Hah. Take a wild guess.

Authors in my hell:
James Patterson
Danielle Steele
Nora Roberts (sorry, Sarahtoo!)
The guy who wrote Corelli's Mandolin
Charles Dickens

Husbands in my hell:
Jim Carrey
Will Farrell
Jack Black
Ben Stiller

Only activities allowed in my hell:
Pap smears
Dental work of any kind
Dish washer