That's all you need in life, a place for

That's all you need in life, a place for your stuff.That's all your house is when you think about it.It's just a place for your stuff.If you didn't have so much stuff, you wouldn't

--" "Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Carlin." George Carlin looked down to see a creature with the body of a hawk and the head of a cat looking back at him. "I need to use your house

for an event. I know. It's not what you were expecting, but just look at all of that open space! Besides you're dead now." George Carlin blinked. The cat-bird had a point.

"I could grow weed!" George Carlin realized happily. The cat-bird nodded in approval and grinned a Cheshire grin. "And tomatoes, and tobacco.... hell, I could start a whole farm!"

"And if I can grow the weed in Hell, I won't need matches, and it won't be Hell!" The cat-bird let out a

meow-tweet and flexed its furry aural wings. Hell these days wasn't the torture basement of some psychotic storm-god, or even other people," the cat-bird realized. Hell was

quite exhilarating. The damned were easy targets for a cat-bird. As they scurried in the underworld, she pounced silently from above. The devil smiled at his new familiar.

"I will name you Sphinx, and you will be mine. And you will be my Sphinx." The devil chuckled, reaching out to pet his familiar.

to them first. The devil's homemade dog food was as ugly as homemade sin, but the collie didn't mind, as long as he could breathe in his owner's face, later. He was a devil dog.