Tom: You drunk?
Satan: Yeah.
Tom: Good.
Satan: If you could have anything what would you want?
Tom: Well... everything I have right now.
Satan: Bullshit.
Tom: Really.
Satan: Okay.
I pretend I'm talking to Satan. It usually provides me with surprisingly judicious advice or complete indifference.
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Tom: I'm hiding out next weekend.
Satan: Why?
Tom: Because of the pride parade.
Satan: What's wrong with having a gay pride parade?
Tom: I'm not gay. I'm suspicious of any kind of "pride". And I fuckin hate parades.
Satan: So what are you going to do instead?
Tom: Close the shutters, drink beer, smoke, contemplate, play video games, write, clean, play with the cats, and talk on the phone.
Satan: That's so boring I'm speechless.
Tom: No it's not and you know it.
Satan: Why?
Tom: Because of the pride parade.
Satan: What's wrong with having a gay pride parade?
Tom: I'm not gay. I'm suspicious of any kind of "pride". And I fuckin hate parades.
Satan: So what are you going to do instead?
Tom: Close the shutters, drink beer, smoke, contemplate, play video games, write, clean, play with the cats, and talk on the phone.
Satan: That's so boring I'm speechless.
Tom: No it's not and you know it.
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