I pit Satan . Filthy piece of refuse from heaven cast into our midst. It’s his work you see when you hear about the woman who hanged her children. I try to look the other way but I see you you filthy piece of SHIT. I pray to our father our Lord in Heaven and His Holy Son to give me the courage to write this.My pal Jesus has something for you .It’s coming real soon so buck up, fucker, He’s going to burn you down like an ice cube on the sun BITCH. Greasy hate filled garbage spewing no good mother fucker .I read your ass can’t be mine while your here but be sure i’ll be leaving my pocket turned out for you you no good COCK SUCKER!
“More later?” You’re putting Satan on hold? One lousy paragraph into your fight against Evil and you’ve suddenly got something better to do? Kiddo, listen up: you wanna take on the King of the Bottomless Pit, you gotta clear your schedule in advance, empty your bladder, set the DVR to record the Popeil infomercial, and focus.
Also, you’re playing the Jesus card way too early. He doesn’t need you picking fights for him. Resist Satan on your own for a while like a big boy. Start by watching your wrath counter: it’s a sin, y’know.
Yeah! It’s all slippery and icky-feeling. Makes my teeth itch. When you try to get into a bed covered with it and your even just a teensy bit tipsy, you slide right out. If you wear clothes made out of it, you look like a '70s pimp. Plus, it’s impossible to keep wrinkle free.
I have to say, you’re one of the most entertaining losers I’ve ever run into here. If you ever get up to my end of the country, I’m gonna buy you and your pal Jesus a beer, you crazyass fucker.
