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This was the call that I'd been dreading.

  • This was the call that I'd been dreading. I didn't want to speak to that impudent pig anymore, but he just won't leave me alone. I can ignore the phone or even unplug it but
  • I know that I can only run for so long, i pick up, "... I know I know" waiting to get my head ripped off was when a voice i had not previously encountered. it shouted ".....
  • heres to my sweet Satan. Isn't she so handsome and so Goth?". Suddenly, some voice I had not heard since being exiled shouted, "Duck!" I ducked just as Satan's scythe sliced the
  • large duck who had been standing behind me neatly in two. Next, Satan sliced some oranges with his scythe, and pretty soon was cooking us up some duck l'orange. I was impressed by
  • Satan's culinary genius but I knew he must have had a lot of practice down there in you-know-where cookin' up a storm on the hottest BBQ grill the universe has ever known. I always
  • Heard rave reviews of the barbequed items on the menu at Dante's Pizza. Satan himself was the chef. One day I ordered from Dante's and it was delivered by a young man wearing red.
  • The Pizza Satan made was delicious but, it secretly sucked your soul out and as I drifted out of my body toward hell I remember that the cure was to
  • pray to Jehovah, before my life was ova. But when does life end, when my soul still has intent? I pondered the question while praying for salvation.
  • I'm praying for myself, but also for my nation. We be great again, but we're living in sin. No trumped up claim, Imma votin' for the dame. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
  • If the days blur together, get with her on four letters: V, O, T and E. She's the bet for you and me. Do we gamble this change we believe in? Trump card means game over, friend.
Started
2014-10-13 09:01:17
Finished
2016-10-13 22:11:13

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