For years, religious scholars and philosophers have debated the
existence of hell. Could there really be a place so treacherous
and evil that even the treacherous Eval Kinneval would fear to
tread? A place where death is your only escape, and "Glitter"
your only entertainment. I am here to end this debate right now:
There is a hell, and her name is Portugal. And it is much more
horrible than you can ever imagine...  They're awful! Awful cute
that is!  While it may look like an ordinary quiet European
country, looks are often deceiving. Like that girl you see at
the bar that you're interested in, but when you go up to her
it's just a dude with long hair. And you tell yourself "No, I
wasn't checking him out, I just went to the bar next to him for
a drink...really." Really though, you're just kidding yourself:
You were deceived, fooled by a web of lies and probably some
secret "desires" you're hiding from the world. Portugal lures
you in much the same way, without the homosexual overtones. Many
people visit Port