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Personal Ads from Hell Free Nightmare Date Request and Personals Ad from Hell Submission Form


Use this form to request your personal Nightmare Date from Hell with one of the souls featured in Hell's Personals Ad section or to place your own Personals Ad from Hell to appear in
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Insert assumed name here (never give desperate losers your REAL name!):

Did you see something you'd like to test drive in Personal Ads from Hell?
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E-mail address where you would like your chosen date to begin harassing you?


Which one of Poindexter's fine featured losers do you have the hots for? Type your dream date's name here as it reads in their Personals Ad from Hell:


I would like to be featured on Personal Ads from Hell so other losers can make a date with my irresistable self. Please print my ad to read as follows:




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DISCLAIMER: This entire website is pure and unadulterated satire, a parody of Hell's Corporate Newspaper (if such a thing exists). This is in no way implies that the featured souls are damned for all eternity, just like it doesn't guarantee them a spot inside the pearly gates. For Mephistopheles' sake, it's a JOKE, man! If you really want to contact Satan, don't bother writing me letters, just continue on with your present behavior, I'm sure he'll come to you. Every item appearing on this website is a work of FICTION. Any resemblance between characters portrayed on this website and actual, living humans is just a damned shame. I guess we all know where THEY'RE going when they die, don't we? Do NOT believe EVERYTHING you read with your two-digit IQ. You do? *sigh* I suppose someone has to keep the tabloids in business.