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All I can hear is Margaret Thatcher's voice.

  • All I can hear is Margaret Thatcher's voice.

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  • "Helloooo, LucieLucie! Tell everyone I am doing fine now that I'm dead. Be sure to let Mr. Morrissey to expect a little 'visit' from me soon!" Goosebumps. Margaret Thatcher's voice

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  • emanated from the depths of hell. Ms. Thatcher entered hell at the lowest level, but her personality and common sense approach spurred her up the hellish hierarchy so that Satan

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  • Cooked other sinners for dinner, not her. Satan was a good cook but you never knew what you were serveD. He would tell you to clean your plate, or else.

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  • That's how I became the devil's dishwasher. I couldn't bear all those souls screaming in Heck, so I offered to do their dishes for them. The water was hot and my hands were rough

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  • ly hewn stone. The Devil gave me the physique to lift them but they were still difficult to wash dishes with. Each time I shattered a plate the Devil took it out of my hide, which

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  • He added to His addendum to the Necronomicon, for which I demanded royalties. Satan laughed, but I wasn't the only sap whose skin was being utilized for literary ends. "My lawyer

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  • Is going to sue you to the end of time Satan!" Satan laughed." Fool, didncha know all lawyers work for me??" I paused." Well...I still want royalties for the Necronomicon.. "

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  • "Fine," said Satan, "I concede." What a sucker. The licensing agreement ended up doing so well for me I ended up a majority shareholder in hell itself. I guess that makes me

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  • the grand poobah of hell. Or perhaps the president of hell. Damn, I wish there were a word for the CEO of Hell. I'll call myself...Executive President of the Hellish Corporation.

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