Envision the Bible as a bad acid trip scripted by a drunk Carlin crashing a Hobby Lobby after-party, where Balaam's donkey dropkicks Leviticus to a Darkthrone polka remix while Dahmer twists balloon indulgences that pop with holy-water spritzes: Jake's Guide to Getting into Hell is a snark-slinging scripture-shredder where Jesus ghosts your rom-com wet dreams ("He'd swipe left on your heart doodles, sinner"), purity rings double as "genital gong show" gag props, and trans saints lead glitter-flamethrower parades torching hypocrite toupees ("Leviticus banned crop tops too?"). Jaques, Robicheaux, and Bannerman's unholy trinity turns Catholic clown-car crimes into "horror-comedy specials" (priests peddling forgiveness like Florida timeshares) and Heaven's dress code into a "straitjacket with sequins," climaxing in Hell's bash where hyena-Hitler yaps rally fails, peacock-Caligula face-plants the punch bowl, and Satan the fox slings absinthe with a wink ("Chaos between friends?"). It's The Office meets The Exorcist-eternal damnation as the afterparty upgrade, with Ash's cleavage-confession mic drop to Jake's "raccoon-in-leather" loneliness stealing the encore. Grab a kazoo and yeet your halo; Heaven's got crickets, but Hell's got the whoopee-cushion pews and a devil with devilishly better punchlines. If you're offended by laughter, truth, or the sound of your own hypocrisy farting like a deflating balloon, close this book, yeet into a dumpster, and go back to your prayer circle where the only thing burning is the incense and your patience. Jake doesn't care about your delicate feelings; he's too busy giggling at the absurdity of it all. This isn't a hug. It's a whoopee cushion in the pew. Welcome to Hell
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