December 20, 2006

• Never knew that Defoe had knocked the sacred Milton. And I thought Paradise Lost ends up giving Satan some great lines, if not all all the best tunes. Better to reign in Hell and all that. Good reading HW.
• The testimonials would be more believable if they didn't use the "brimstone" word then immediately jump to the New Testament citations.
• And some testimonials telling what happens when you go to visit him Oy, that site sure woulda saved Dante some shlepping.
• Daddy, what does regret mean?
• Oy, that site sure woulda saved Dante some shlepping. Genius.
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• On December twenty-third I was grazing with the herd, When the Devil came and asked me in to tea. It was kind of aggravatin' Eating Mallomars with Satan, 'Cause he hogged them all and left not one for me. But I ate a dinner roll And a nice fillet of soul (He said he'd got it cheap at half the price), And when you're in the mood To eat the Devil's food, To comment on his manners isn't nice. Not a lot of ladies Get asked to teas in Hades; I felt a little flattered, truth be known, For the Serpent, to be fair, When you meet him in his lair, Has a charm and winning manner all his own. "I guess I'd better leave, For 'twill soon be Christmas Eve," I headed for the door and wished him well. "Why so hasty?" said Old Nick, "It's not an easy trick To leave again once you have gone to Hell." "I really have to go - They'll be missing me, you know, When they boil the pies and trim the Christmas… thing." He didn't stay a word, But, flapping like a bird, He danced around the Underworld and sang: "I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil, yes, I am! I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil, And I'd love a can of Spam! I'm the blooming Prince of Darkness, And I'm evil through and through, I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil, And my hobby's sniffing glue!" I listened to his ditty, Though his voice was kind of gritty, And I clapped my hands politely when 'twas through. The song had calmed his so That he finally let me go (I decided not to ask to use the loo). I bid goodbye to Scratch, And he wrapped me up a batch Of Angel cakes (he didn't like them much). He threw in his surplus stash Of ice cream - Heavn'ly Hash - Christmas cakes, divinity, and such. I hold that memory Of the Devil and his tea, And I cherish it within my heart of hearts. He's the Evil One, it's true, But give the imp his due, He makes a really mean strawberry tart.
• Lol!
• )))))))))) I'm gonna name my first album "Eating Mallomars with Satan."
• That must be a fine pome if you've stunned quid into a "Lol". Brava!
• Yay TUM, you little devil you!