Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator (ludickid) wrote,
Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator
ludickid

Sold my soul for rock & roll

Sometimes people ask me, how can you be so sure there's no God?

And I say, I'm sure. I have proof.

And they say cram it sideways, fatty. You have no proof.

And I say hell yeah. Peep this: no Devil, no God. And I know they ain't no Devil.

And they say how do you know that?

And I say this one time, I told ole Devil I would sell him my soul for fifty bucks and a used Volkswagen. And the fucker never showed up.

If that ain't proof I don't know what is.
Tags: jeebus, laffs
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