Bearded Sky Daddy Has A Problem
“You! You! @#$%!$!!! I will Damn You TO HELL $#@#%&*…” screamed God Almighty through the phone. He did not know that the Devil had placed him on speakerphone so everyone could hear throughout Hell. The Devil winked at his secretary who stood by nervously. Dave was the tenth secretary that day. The Devil went through secretaries like a case of explosive diarrhea goes through toilet paper.
“Big Sky Daddy(1) is having a fit!” he giggled. “Look! Look at the air go blue with all that profanity! Oh, this is marvelous!”
“WHAT?!” God yelled. “What did YOU CALL ME?”
“I said nothing at all” replied the Devil with a smirk. “So, about these Daemons. I haven’t the foggiest idea of how they got out. You know, I’m a bit proud of the little cuties.”
“THIS IS NOT FUNNY!” His Almighty shouted.
“I have a plan if you’d just calm down.” replied the Devil
God, took a few deep breaths. He thought to himself, “I must remember what I learned in therapy. Deep breaths. In and out. This is what that rapscallion likes to do. He likes to poke at you. Don’t let him get to you.(2)
God, breathed a long sigh. “What’s this plan of yours?”
The Devil had an awful gleam in his eye which meant that if God could see it, he wasn’t going to like this plan at all. “Let’s involve humans.”
“WHAT?!” God exploded into a cloud of fury and lightening.(3)
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