GOING TO HELL

I think I am going to Hell. I mean, I can never be sure, but I think there's a pretty good chance.
Have you ever seen a person that was so ugly that you thought: "Man, if I was her, I would cry myself to sleep every night." Because I have. Or have you ever taken a toy from a baby that was strapped into a car seat, and held it out of their reach just so you could see them cry? Because I've done that, too. Or what about if you were friends with this girl, but you really couldn't stand her, and neither could your other friends. So you all make up a hand signal that meant you hated her, and you did it every time she did something that annoyed you. And when she finally asked what you and your friends meant by it, you told her it meant something totally different. So then she starts doing it, too. Can you go to Hell for that?
Well, I guess if any of this stuff is bad enough to go to Hell for, then you are coming with me. You know, by association. So I guess I'll just see you there.