And The Next Thing I Knew...

So, there was the Devil (or at least one of his associates) writing out my very own personal contract with an old-fashioned quill pen on parchment (I didn't ask what what he used for ink) and I was looking over his shoulder and pointed out that the word wept is spelled w - e - p - t and not the rather quaint way he had it, and (rules are rules, you know) he had to tear the whole thing up and start again.

Good thing devils are immortal or they might lose their patience at times like this.

Of course, when I actually got the final copy, it read like a penis enlargement spam ("3-Inch-es E-x-t-r-a or Re-fund to YOU! nu kzf bt") only with penalty clauses and I suddenly realised I had pressing business elsewhere.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at 09:49 PM

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Posted by: Ted at May 09, 2004 11:00 PM (ZjSa7)

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