Ahh, COMF...
Ooh, Shelby, talk mean to me! Beat me, bite me, make me write hot checks! When you talk down to me, I get so... so... ooh, baby, I'm yours! I'm here for ya, mama. Come to daddy.
Ya think maybe that kind of talk... from YOU... is what drove MRS. COMF... and MISTRESS COMF... away? Methinks, p'haps 'tis true, O Dark One. If all you had was this lame speech... and some horns on top 'o yer head... well, what's the big surprise?
Kimmie! You GO girl-O. As if this 'bub' (as in 'unclean flying winged thing', belonging to the 'god of' unclean flying winged things... Be-el-ze-bub) could even HAVE anything the likes of which is in the picture. I've SEEN a picture of his 'taste' in women... NOT EVEN CLOSE!
Ahhh, today's demons... always trying... but ever failing... to 'nail' the pretty girl. So DIFFERENT from those in the days of Noah, eh? The former musta had a LOT more 'going' for themselves, dontcha think? I don't think horns on their heads were the attraction, though. And if all a guy's got to offer is horns on his head... well, heck, no WONDER he's got to 'force' himself into... uh, er... exotic 'places'.
Get a life, COMF... and thee behind me, O Dark Demon.
Peace to you, Kimmie... to time indefinite... and sorry for even bothering with this fool. But you know how it is...
A TRUE slave of Christ, who STILL ain't ascared 'o no horny-headed demon...
SJ