| Interview with the Devil |
| Me: How's Hell? Satan: Oh, you know. One of the "Damned" always wants it to freeze over. Me: Is that so? [Stop here. This is a deadly game of cunning skill that I am trying to use against the Devil] Satan: Yes, It's very so. [Nice Perry] Me: Well....you must have quite an A-list of the "Damned". [I try my best to keep up] Satan: Yes, very more so. In a few measly years, I will acquire some of the world's greatest leaders. [I almost lose track, when...] Me: Like who? [I know I had to have thrown him off] Satan: I can't say. You know how it is. [Bu now, I'm reeling through my mind. I was obviously against a pro] Me: Yes, of course. (I chuckle) Satan: (chuckles with me)...So....Why are you here again? [uh oh. I think fast] Me: um....A TV special Satan: Really?( He drags out the "Really" like the Prince of Darkness only can) (a brief pause) Satan (again): then where are the cameras? [By now, I am sitting in a puddle bith mixed with sweat and urine. Thank God for Old Spice] Me: (I stand up in surprise and shout) IS THAT FRANK SINATRA! Satan: (Turns and looks) Where!?! In a flash, I'm running through the metallic black office door and out to an odd sign that says "Damned to the right, Non-damned to the left." In utter confusion, I yell, "Praise the Lord!" and end up in New Port Richey, Florida. Nine months later, I perform Hara-Kiri for the love of a slut and find myself doing hardtime at Balley's. Damned Sketchers! [Author's Note: It took the soul of a Bald eagle and a Dolphin to get this "Documentary" onto this website] |