Welcome to...

Welcome to a land of eternal damnation... where Alf and Aliens in the Family were never cancelled, and the image of the Olsen twins is carved into your cornea by a jagged scalpel. A land where Sienfeld clones are never in short supply, and the Friends theme song is played over and over and over until your ears bleed. You can never change the channel, click the remote, go to the bathroom, or get a sandwich. You're tightly bound to a Lay-Z-Boy chair and forced to listen to the cast of Sienfeld whine...

"Oh, nooooo! It's liiint!!! It's liiint!!!!"
"Holy bedsheets, Jerry! You've got lint in your house!!!"
"OF COURSE IT'S LINT, GEORGE! DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT!?!"
"What do we do Jerry!? That lint looks mighty, uh, linty..."
"Let's call Elaine! Elaaaaine!"
{rrrring}
"Hi, Jerry. What's up?"
"We've got lint in our house! Liiint!!!"
{the door opens and Kramer literally slides in}
"Actually, I think that lint's kind of cute..."
"You would, Kramer... you're a pod person! Wait... there's only one person disgusting enough to leave lint in my house..."
EVERYONE: "NEWMAN!!!"

There can only be one place this horrible... and you're there. Welcome to Sitcom Hell.