CHAPTER 1

There are very few things worse than being both dead and horny. Not to mention the fact that I'm in hell. But at least while here I could be proud of the fact that I had the highest score on record - you better believe I teased that Starkweather fella about that.

Well, that was until a little while ago when that pansy freak Dahmer went down
with 17, then that fat clown fella got 32. Thirty -Fucking- Two. Wasn't no way I could let some fat fairy in harlequin make-up get a leg up on me. No sir, I needed to reclaim my title.

Getting out of hell was easier than you'd think, maybe they were glad to get rid of me, I'm not sure, whatever the case was I just donned a black robe and snuck out with some frighteners, easy as you please.
But as for my other two situations, well, not much I could do about being dead but looks like the first thing I'd being doing is paying a visit to Patty, cause after 30 years of cold showers I'm getting frostbite on my boy parts.