If you think that when you die Jesus will appear at Saint Peter's side, his arms flung wide as the pearly gates, smiling at you as he says, "Yes, that's what Heaven needs! More intolerant, judgmental, selfish, hypocritical hate-preachers! Welcome!", then you'll be quite surprised, won't you, when his sandaled toe connects with your ass, sending you tumbling down to the place his dad reserved for bile-filled, bitter, twisted people like you?
I love that woman.