Letter From The Webmaster
The Scarlet Letter
Well, I finally got my boss to give me the chance to speak to you guys. I'm the Webmaster for this page, which means that Satan pays me too little money to work too many hours. He hates it when I bitch at him about money, so as "compensation", he's decided to give me my own feature on this page. I'm pretty free to write about whatever I feel like, but if I bad-mouth him, Satan says he'll rip out my eyeballs and feed them to me. Whatever.
Anyhoo, it's my job to make sure this page looks its absolute spiffiest. This means I spend many, many hours sitting in my room staring bleary-eyed at a computer screen figuring out how to make elves disappear (What's that from?). You'd think that with Satan as my boss, I'd be afraid or something. But it's very difficult to respect a man who was responsible for disco.
And the Man does not pay me enough. I had to sell my couch to support my cough-syrup habit.
God, I loved that couch.
That's why I've been reduced to writing for a page that is hosted by Geocities, for Christ's sake! I mean, come on!
Oh, well. I have mucho trabajo to do, so you'll have to excuse me as I kiss the sky (What's that from?).
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