The Trip to Hell

I've often been told to go to hell. Last summer I decided it wasn't such a bad idea.

Upon arriving we were greated Cerberus. As you know, it's the three-head hound that guards the gates of hell.

A couple of us were lucky enough to run across the dark one himself. The others were off making living arrangements.

My brother Mike and my friend Alex thought it would be hilarious to push me, Steve, and Brian into the river of magma.