No joke.
I even have proof:
You believe me now, yes? I thought you might.
Hell. On Grand Cayman Island of the British West Indies. And for all you non-believers out there who need even more proof, I have a map!
It’s right across from Rum Point, of all places! I admit, I didn’t believe it myself at first, but it’s hard to deny the cold hard evidence of official signs and purple maps.
Let me paint you a picture of Hell. It’s definitely hot. Got up to 400C the other day. If you noticed the absence of a “degrees Fahrenheit”, then you’re already one step ahead of their trickeries...you might survive. You see, in Hell they use alternate measuring units to confuse you. Throw you off your game. Celsius instead of Fahrenheit. Kilometers instead of miles. And they don’t stop there! Cars are driving on the other side of the road. School buses are white instead of yellow. Teenagers are ordering drinks from the bar. Legally!
It’s mind-boggling.
As you enter Hell, you come across Hell Road, on which you will find a Church of Hell, Hell’s gas station and the post office of Hell…You can’t make this stuff up!
And where would we be without the Devil’s Hangout? The official gift shop of Hell? Obviously Hell has to get its funding from somewhere. Tourism is the answer, folks! They’ve got T-shirts and key chains and rum cake galore! No snow globes. I checked.
Yes, Hell is quite the happening place. Who would’ve thought you’d find it right in the middle of paradise?
