My dad has the Devil's phone number on speed dial.
Seriously.
I was scrolling through his contact list, looking for my aunt's number when there it was in bold faced type. The Devil.
No, his number does not start with 666...in fact, in retrospect, I am pretty sure there wasn't a 6 in that number at all. When questioned dad couldn't recall where the listing came from....freaky!
Googling the number showed that Satan's cell phone was based out of Colorado....it was then that dad realized the number wasn't one that he had programmed in but one that a family member had entered as a joke, seeing as it belongs to the family member's ex-wife.
Hmmm.....I don't remember her with red glowing eyes or spewing out pea soup. There was that scent of patchouli about her, but it didn't seem to be covering the stink of sulfer. Guess I must not have paid enough attention.
So does this mean that I am damned by relation?
4 comments:
You never know...she acted like a devil after the divorse....
Crap, does that mean we all are?
LOL - If you are all "damned" to hell... then it's going to become a great place to be! :D
That is just awesome.
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