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October 9, 2006

Michele: God Damn It

I tried to be careful. I mean, look at what I was entrusted with. It’s not every day you’re given the key to the gates of Hell. I couldn’t use it, he just wanted me to hold it for ten minutes while he went outside to smoke. Even Satan has to obey that law.

He shouldn’t have been carrying the key around, but he uses it to pick up chicks. He thinks they like his dark power. This ain’t my fault.

I stuck the key in my pocket. How the fuck did I know I had a hole in there?

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Great story (and a perfect title)!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 10, 2006 12:52 AM · Permalink

Check before you post!