Hell on Earth

If you were to imagine the spot on Earth you'd least like to be that isn't Mt. Redoubt it would undoubtedly be this:

I find myself in Rush Limbaugh's library standing next to a leather couch upon which Ann Coulter is perched.

And you know she's wearing that fucking black cocktail dress, going commando and her junk is sticking to the cushions.

Come to think of it, TAKE ME AWAY VOLCANO GOD!