The bad brother died. He was still missed by his brother since he loved him despite his ways.
Finally, years later, the good brother died and went to Heaven. Everything was beautiful and wonderful there, and he was very happy.
One day he asked St. Peter where his brother was, as he hadn't seen him there. St. Peter said that he was sorry but his brother lived a terrible life and went to Hell instead. The good brother then asked St. Peter if there was any way for him to see his brother.
So St. Peter gave him the power of vision to see into Hell and there was his brother. He was sitting on a bench with a keg of beer under one arm and a gorgeous blonde on the other.
Confused, the good brother said to St. Peter, "I am so happy that you let me into Heaven with you. It is so beautiful here and I love it. But I don't understand, if my brother was bad enough to go to Hell, why does he have the keg of beer and a gorgeous blonde? It hardly seems like a punishment."
St. Peter said unto him, "Things are not always as they seem, my son The keg has a hole in it; the blonde doesn't.
Better day at work last night, even if I was training a new girl. When the manager came in, I told him everything was done except the cooler since he didn't want me in there working on it. Not even the milk was priced and put up. He changed his story and said he was told I spent six hours in the cooler the other night. I said that's a load of bullshit and to go watch the video tape from that night and he'd see just how long I was in there and how much I fucking did around the store. Those were my exact words too. He said he had more important things to do beside watching if I had been in the cooler for that long.
Busted your ass you mother fucker! *flips the bird*
Now to sit back and enjoy the third day of thunderstorms. Yay! Mentioned to kixxa and kernezelda on YIM yesterday that despite all the cries of Kansas that I'm evil, they haven't seen just how twisted and evil my imagination can get. *inserts evil laughter and spins around like a ballerina*