wow - good question, and good answer.

Huh -well, the obvious ones - like Hitler, Osama, Saddam sound good to begin with, but the problem is that I would actually be interested in hearing what these guys have to say for themselves, how they would defend themselves. So, I guess the people would have to be excruciatingly boring, annoying, etc.

I'll go with - First, at the head of the table is Paris Hilton talking about herself...except in hell, she's developed a stutter, so it's even worse. "Tha tha tha tha tha tha that's hot!"

Next - I'll see your Kenny G, and rasie you a John Tesh and an electric keyboard. Then Bill O'Reilly reading his book out loud. Ricky Martin singing a duet with Enrique Iglesias. My high school principal.

Gloria Allread, La Toya Jackson, Corey Feldman (dressed like Michael Jackson) , Donald Trump.

Jean Claude Van Damme - referring to himself in the third person. Carrot Top would be hitting on me. Joey Buttafuoco has to be in there somewhere, too.

We'd be eating a salad of prunes and beets, a main course of vienna sausages, and some kind of flan for desert. Oh, and I'd be out of smokes.

That was pretty good, Deborah, I don't know if I can top that. LOL, Joey Buttafuoco and Carrot Top, what a nightmare!

My ex-husband and his wife would definitely be there, oh, and my ex-mother in-law. The new wife and the mother-in-law would be sitting together, talking about me.

My ex husband would be sitting next to George Bush, talking about how America is better than every other country in the world and how John Kerry looks French, and therefore, can't be trusted. Fox News would be on television.

Deborah, Bill O'Reilly would be at my party too!

There would be group of supermodel types chatting together about inane subjects - "like, my hair totally didn't come out today" - and throwing out a loud "Like, OMG!!!" occasionally (and squealing). They would be giving me "OH-you-poor-thing / I'm,-like,-so-much-better-than-you" looks.

There would be some rednecks / trailer trash there, playing country music. They'd be talking to Bob Ross about how abstract art isn't really art and how great Bob Ross paints his "happy little trees".

Dinner would be beets and really fishy fish.

There would be no alcohol.

Guests would include:

Michael Jackson and the whole Jackson family --- fa-REAK show.

OJ Simpson and his entire legal team.

Every pedophilic priest who ever roamed the earth.

Always the gracious hostess, I would serve them their own hearts (though I doubt any of them have one) on a flaming silver platter. I'll be fasting that night so I won't partake in any evil-heart-eating.

Wow...let's see...I think we all would have our exes (good and bad...but mostly bad) at our tables...

I can think of two in particular, but due to certain legalities, I can't name them here...lol...kidding.

- A certain art professor I had in college would be there...and for some reason or another he isn't too thrilled to be seeing me again.

- The *other* Corey: Corey Feldman. The man who asked to have re-takes of almost everything he said on a reality show.

- *Everyone* who says "this is the best moment in realiity tv."

- *Anyone* who picks up a book because EVERYONE is reading it (ie. Da Vinci Code, Harry Potter, etc, etc).

- Almost the same as above but with a twist: the people in Oprah Winfrey's book club. You should be reading a book because you WANT to...not because Oprah *recommends* you should.

- Whoever created Photoshop would be the maitre d...and unfortunantly, I can't send anything back because he reminds me "there is no Undo button *here*, sir.

Plus we'd have to eat everything with sporks just to piss us off. lol

My dinner party in hell would be an 80's wedding reception. I am the one wearing the white dress with the big poofy sleeves, and the veil with a headband. I'm marrying someone from the WWF and Paige Davis was my wedding planner/decorator. All my ex-boyfriends are in attendance, and the ones that I dumped are now all millionaires. Every item at the buffet is made with tofu. Celene Dion is singing, and there is no bar.

dinner party in hell?

Paris Hilton
Michael Moore
George Bush
Britney & Christina
Mr. Gaugler, my 8th grade homeroom teacher, who greeted me every day with "Hiya, Carrottop!"
and
Dr. Phil

We'd be eating lima beans & veal, and the entertainment would be provided by Barney the Dinosaur, singing "I love you, you love me" for our dining pleasure.

Don't you mean, dining DISpleasure, LiNda...I can't post my hell cause it's too depressing. In any case, I am listening to CF radio and tried my damnedest to get on but they stopped talking out of Cali calls (I'm in Philly)...Arg! So I live on the wrong coast and I can't get on a radio show...Anyway, the hell that I can post would be having to watch football all day in a hot room with a big smelly loud guy listening to Journey....

hey billy, it was great speaking with you, Matt and Donovan on CFR saturday night.

My dinner from hell would include both Paris and Nicole, definitely Cory Feldman, Dr. Phil (sorry can't stand the guy), Jessica Simpson, George Bush, and agree with billy, anything involving liver is awful. ;)

Spacemonkey, agree with you on the reading... I believe in reading what you enjoy, not because somebody says to read something or it's popular and everybody seems to be reading it so I better as well. That drives me up the wall!

Well night folks, can't wait to chat with you all eventually. ;)

ta, tina

Great CFR show tonight, Billy. Nice to hear Tina's voice. :-)

Those Nike Dunks you got for a steal? Not Poughkeepsie. Twas Allentown.

Here's your Cult entry regarding that fateful purchase:

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FALL/WINTER LEG - WITH AEROSMITH.
Week Five - Allentown, Providence. Baltimore and Philadelphia

Week five….oh yes!! Week five of what is rapidly becoming the 'guess where they're gonna play today' tour! As the Aerosmith arena shows fall like flies, we are trying to stay ahead of the game, and afloat out here, by putting in club shows in the towns that get cancelled. So this week is all our own shows. We hope that it will be business as usual by the time we hit New York next week, but right now, its back to basics with these four shows. Allentown is a very small town, that seems somewhat…er..closed!? It appears to be a ghost town, and as I walk down the deserted streets, I have a hard time imagining what there is to do here. It all strikes me as being just a little too desolate. I know someone who lives there will be posting frantically on the message board, disagreeing with me vehemently, but all I can do is tell it as I see it. As I walk through the streets, a lot of the stores are boarded up. I see at least three drug rehabilitation centres, and the few people that are on the streets start to cast suspicious looks at me, as if I'm intruding, but that might have something to do with the huge plastic werewolf hand that was left over from Halloween, that I am now wearing, nonchalantly, as a stroll about!! I begin to wonder how it would be if I got stuck here, and the book, The Stand, by Steven King comes into my head - what would I do for money? Wait tables? Clean windows? Coach the high school swim team? Open a Starbucks ('cos god knows they need one!!) Not many vacancies for punk rock bass players in this town, I suspect. I do find a rare pair of Nikes sitting on a top shelf in one of the stores, and the guy has no clue what they are. When I ask him how much, he says he's had them sitting there for ages, so offers me them for forty bucks. They are worth at least two hundred, so I buy them straight away, and walk off with a smile on my face! Allentown goes up in my estimation.

Well, my dinner in Hell guest list would include...

Sid Vicious - Nancy stabbing bastard..

John Gotti - You were a bad Don, too flashy..

Charles Manson - Besides being a murderous freak, your music alone will get you clearance in Hades..

Pablo Escobar - In the immortal words of Josh Todd, "I love the cocaine"...

Steve McQueen - For inspiring that horrific song by Sheryl Crow..

Brent Bolthouse - Still waiting on those tickets to Velvet Revolver in Vegas (in July for the cryin' out loud)I won on CF Radio 4 months ago Brent...

My Hellish Dinner Party~ Location Boarding School.
Food: Cod in Milk. (who thought of that combination?)
Sitting next to Miss Layne, the sadistic headmistress, who looked uncannily like Quasimodo, singing to me in her high pitched opera voice, and giving me a detention.

(all true. circa 1976-77)

Being the only one in the Rogues Gallery! :D
Come on you guys, send in your pics!

Billy~I'm chuffed to be in there.

Lisa xxxx

Lisa, love your pic in the gallery ;) and love your hellish dinner LOL

Holly it was great to talk to Billy and the guys. I listened back and ewww I sound awful on radio but I see the guys had to make a comment about he word "about" LOL For some reason, I get comments all the time from guys that they love how I say that word. I think they're crazy, I do not talk funny, even my scottish friend John says the same thing, and with his accent. I think they're all trying to drive me crazy. ;)

toodles, tina xoxoxoxoxo

Hi Tina~Thanks for the compliment. I'm going to listen to the CFR show from this past Sat today sometime. I missed it last night. Stayed up, and dosed off. :S I seem to do that a lot waiting for my fave tv shows too. Alarms? Nope, I sleep through them!

Billy~That's some good advice about letting people believe they are right. Practical.

Thank you
Lisa
xxxx

Spacemonkey - there may be no "undo" in Photoshop, but don't forget the history palette!!!!!!