Pseudo New Yorker

Legal humor here.

“Wait’ll he hears my rebuttal. Then he’ll know he’s in Hell.”

“He’s good, but he’s no John Scotus Erigina.”

“Well, this really isn’t Heaven, per se. It’s his Heaven. We’re just living in it.”

“I think they could at least give us chips.”

“Life really isn’t eternal up here, but it sure seems that way.”

“The speeches are hell, but the buffet afterwards is fantastic.”

“After a few hours of this, even a cloud can feel hard.”

“All the guys who lost on earth, well, up here they get elected as often as they like, until they get it out of their system.”

“He’s okay, but I’m not really in the Amen Corner on this one.”

“He isn’t preaching to the choir. That’s the whole damn problem.”