Some people from Detroit walk up to the Pearly Gates. A group of people from Detroit walk up to the Pearly Gates. Saint Peter is confused, as no one from Detroit has ever arrived there. He leaves to speak to God. "There are some people from Detroit here. What should I do?" God thinks for a moment. "The usual, I suppose. Ask what they've done to get into Heaven." Saint Peter goes back to question the people, but comes running back moments afterword. "They're gone!" He exclaims. "The people?…

At 14 I asked my dad about a tattoo. He said ok as long as I got it someplace that doesn't matter. So I got it in Detroit.

Saint Peter: Name M: David SP: You're in M: Even after that night in Nogales?! SP *winks* *takes a step* *trap door opens* SP: Sucka!

Building collapses in Detroit this morning. Damage is estimated at 12-14 dollars.