It's too late, man. Satan already came for me. I'm typing this while being poked up the arse with pitchforks, by Beelzebub himself.

Thanks a lot.

Satan came? Or satans...

(Minnion?)


Anyone who gets that, say Aye!

Nay.

Tough break. Though Beezlebub has a penchant for frosted danish pastries, so you could prbably buy your soul of him for one.

Are you mad, man?! MAD, I ACCUSE WITH SOME DEGREE OF CERTAINTY?!

Or you could sell your soul again, and see if he notices.

"Hey, man, give me my soul back.. C'mon. I'll give you this really neat soul!"

Or I could mug a few other damned individuals. I'm sure one of them must have retained some vestigal remnant of a soul..

Or one of those dark chocolates with the fondant centre? They're commonly accepted by the demons of the lowest Circles. If there aren't any Danish pastries about.

I make it a habbit to write out dull dry boring posts that consist mainly of run on sentences and non sequitors are kinda like senators but I think they better represent old dianosaurs that once created fossil fuel but later where the main cause for children everywhere to want to go to the zoo and waste parents money on things that really shouldn't be wasted because energy is a very important commodity that all prius owners should buy a toyata stock so that it raises in price and they get more miles per gallon unless of ofcourse they use Liters and are silly other people who just can't stop reading things nomatter how inane and stupid they are and can't figure out what I said so I must be a genious said the highschool teacher to Einstein's parents are the end.

*takes a bow*

Umm... O....k
Daga, sleep
Good Bear.
No more poker for you