There are those with, and those without. This little bit is from one of the artists I keep track of
over on Deviant Art. Not only can she draw / paint but she is funny as hell. She gets the artistic talents,
I ended up with Unix Scripting and logical thinking. . . . :|

Somehow I think I got the short end of the stick. . . . my next life I'm rerolling those GD stat points and
dumping everything into artistry. . . lol




From Bobbie-the-Jean

Satan: Wanna hear what hard life lesson I learned this week?

Me: If it were anyone else, I might say yes. But knowing you, it probably involves bodily functions, some manner of squirting, tits, or all the above.

Satan: One Correctol does absolutely nothing. Take two and your ass could stand in for a Civil War era cannon.

Me: Good to know.

Satan: I'm dead serious. It's like: Correctol, Aim, FIRE!!!

Me: No way dude. You're exaggerating.

Satan: I'm serious!

Me: No way.

Satan: Yeah way!

GOD: *appears in a cloud of smoke* THOU SHALT NOT USE THE LORD THY GOD'S NAME IN VAIN!!!

Satan: GYAH! Chill out motherfucker! I said Yeah way, not Yahweh.

GOD: Oh. *Looks around... vanish*

Satan: Touchy motherfucker, Jesus Christ!

Jesus Christ: *appears in a cloud of smoke* You beckoned?

Satan: NO! I was just saying it as a figure of speech!

Jesus Christ: I really wish people would stop doing that. I very often think I'm answering dire prayer requests only to find myself in a room with people having illicit nasty naked all-over-the-place sex.

Satan: WTF are you complaining about!? No one ever screams out MY name during illicit nasty sex. That would be so fuckin awesome. Free live instant porn! Not for me. I have to go scouting around for it and it's a total grab bag. Ya never know when you might accidentally stumble into a lemon party. *shudder*

Me: Oh hey Jesus. We were just having a great conversation about the wonders of Correctol.

Satan: I wonder what would happen if someone took ten.

Jesus Christ: It would be like that movie Deep Impact except with an impending wall of shit instead of water.

Satan: That is EIGHTEEN different kinds of awesome!!!

Me: Not for anyone in the vicinity of the impending shit wave.

Satan: True that. But it would be fun to watch. The clean up would be rather unfortunate though. That would suck.

Me: Yeah. They'd have to call Captain Planet for that shit.

Jesus Christ: Nah. He's a friggin hippy. He'd probably just say it's good fertilizer, plant some pot, and fly off.

Me: Dude; pot, kettle.......... see where I'm going here?

Jesus Christ: Touché.

Satan: Well, I've got to go. Took 2 Correctol and I might as well not waste it. Going to the Moon, be back soon.