
Originally Posted by
dirty_bass
I had a meet down the crossroads. Signed on the dotted line to the old red, horned one from the hot and firey place. And trotted away chuckling to myself heartily.
I went to bed that night with a cold sweat in anticipation of waking up with fame fortune and women.
I awoke the next day and didn`t feel quite right. I tried to move, but it felt like the bedclothes had been cemented around me. Eventually I got to my feet, and stared in abject horror at myself.
I was cemented between 2 huge pieces of patterned, toasted bread.
Turned out I had sold my soul to the Brevil.
oh dear, that was poor ;) :lol:
Boom boom.