Ah, good to be back among God's favorites... the talking monkies. Alas, I was awakened last eve by a desperate voice... I recognized it immediately. A believer, Rodenburg. As I stretched and yawned in my bed of hot coals, he plead his case. Oh, indeed, the good Catholics on Montgomery Road wold not stand for a losing season. My favorite sins... pride and vanity. He made a good case, but he forgets... Satan is a football fan. After "He that shall not be named" ejected me from the Heavens, I have accomplished much. Rodenburg however... wins the award for doing the least with the most. While I love a good deal... the smell of desperation. The tears of anguish. The nashing of teeth. While those are candy in my mouth, I will leave it up to the good Catholics of Monkey Road. After all... my Holiday is upon us and my time here on earth is short. So, what say you, Catholics? Followers of the Lord, football fans... do I let John sign the Contract or do we send him down in the filth with the sodomites? After all... there's no more coach's from the glory days to fall back on again.
Yay or nay? This blood is drying quickly, and he's desperate.
Yay or nay? This blood is drying quickly, and he's desperate.