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The Devil doesn't wear Prada. What a load

  • The Devil doesn't wear Prada. What a load of malarky. He wears knockoffs. I was sauntering through a backstreet in Mongkok when a goatied fellow whispered, "Want good deal on handb
  • ags...Michael Coors, see? And Calvin Klone underwear?" I nodded. I desired those genuine knockoffs more than life itself. I slipped him a few HKD & immediately descended into Hell.
  • WHY AM I IN HELL FOR WANTING GENUINE UNDERWEAR?
  • CUZ THE CREATOR OF GENUINE BOXERS™ WENT TO HEAVEN AND CONVINCED GOD TO DAMN UNDERWEAR-ERS TO HELL IN EXCHANGE FOR FREE BOXERS. *ahem* Sorry for yelling, but demons scream so loudly
  • when they're caffeinated. Sure, didn't you know that Demons drink coffee They like the really dark roasts. When they get up in the morning they're monsters until they have that
  • first gallon of coffee (black, or course), and they really aren't fully awake until after the 2nd or 3rd gallon. At that point, the Demons are fully caffeinated, and ready for
  • mayhem,fully endorsed by the Guy Downstairs.The Demons spent the next few eternities cooking up a nifty flaming pentagram gate to Earth & by then they needed gallons more caffeine.
  • "But we aren't even halfway done with the pentagram gate." The demon grimaced as he left to bring them all more caffeine. Latte, espresso with extra foam... Damn, was that right?
  • "Jesus, this is going to take eternity!" The truth of the matter sunk in. Laughter echoed through Hell' s chambers. They shuddered, knowing what would come next.
  • Grand-High-Executor of Hellish Traffic drove up in his Grand Wagoneer, and pulled a few traffic cones out. Placing them on the brimstone, he breathed, "Road closed, eternally."
Started
2014-03-07 20:14:44
Finished
2015-01-27 09:39:41

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