I don't know about God, but the Devil is

I don't know about God, but the Devil is a woman for sure. How else can you explain
the pentagrams on my bathroom mirror drawn in lipstick? I had succumbed to the succubus at a square-dance singles mixer. She was pretty good at promenading and hid her tail well.
But that's just an excuse.I'm pretty self-aware and have no trouble admitting I'm kind of an idiot. Especially when attracted to a square-dancing succubus, so it was my own damn
fault. I should never have bet the devil a fiddle of gold against my soul to prove I was a better "fiddler'" than him. The devil opened up his case. Fire flew from his fingertips a
nd ignited the thermite charges surrounding the stump. In seconds, the plucky Southern boy was a torch of flames, his fiddle crisping in his hands. "Oops" said the Prince of
Darkness.He turned and faced the remaining members of the Charlie Daniels Band and boy, did they look pissed."I was in a bind &I was way behind & I was just trying to make a deal!
Please take this banana as a peace offering" he said in a whining voice. The remaining members of the band cheerfully accepted the delicious fruit as a gift and returned to
play the 2nd set at RedRocks, that is until the replacement drummer, Gustav Schafer accidentally downed the banana, carelessly throwing the peel onto the stage, and Jessica Simpson
slipped in her 3 ft stilettos causing her obnoxiously short skirt to fly up over her waist baring the chastity belt her creepy Dad made her wear which only caused Snoop Dog to
give up on his quest for the golden skull and realize that his weed was causing some serious hallucinations and a false sense of confidence that he could act. The End :-)

Started: 2012-03-15 13:05:30
Finished: 2013-02-05 14:04:19

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