“The Devil Went Down To Blogsville”
-The devil went down to Blogsville and he was looking for a blog to rip off.
He was in a bind ‘cos he was way behind and he didn’t really want to worry about grammar or punctuation.
When he came across this young sexy son of a bitch furiously doing yahoo image searches and stopping to masturbate like it’s hot.
And the Devil back flipped upon a hickory stump and said “Boy let me tell you what” “Why do you have a hickory stump in your house?”
“I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a blog player too.”
“Well no, that’s not what I asked but okay” “And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you.”
“My momma told me not to take dares from strangers, especially the devil… but I got a good feeling about you, sir.”
“Now you type a pretty amazing blog, boy, but give the Devil his due”
“Devil, that will be hard, I have never read any of your blog titles”
“I bet a bag of goldfish against your soul, ‘cos I think I’m gonna figuratively shit on your chest with words ‘cos I think I am better than you.”
The boy said: “Well that’s a pretty awesome bet. I can handle figurative chest shitting and! I do love me some goldfish, and My name’s TsandA and it might be a sin,”But I’ll take your bet, wait a minute Mr. Devil, you get my soul and I get crackers? Sucker , ‘cos I’m pretty fucking amazing.”
TsandA you rosin up your mouse and mash that keyboard hard.
‘Cos hells broke loose in an unidentified western state and the Devil likes mediocre observational humor.
And if you win you get some pretty good crackers
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul. Wait, what? I just got that. Fuck. I thought you meant my Kia Soul.
The devil opened up his laptop case and he said: “I’ll start this show.” Before he started TsandA said, “can you be the Devil as Al Pacino from The Devil’s Advocate?” The Devil shrugged and said as long as I get your dog’s Soul too. But then the Devil realized this man’s dog already sold his soul for so many Spurs championships! Argh! Fine just yours!
And fire flew from his fingertips and he melted his computer. We then had to go to Best Buy and get one of those nifty computers that can be dropped and burnt and stuff so we could blog duel.
And he put his scary red fingers across the keyboard and it made an evil hiss. I told him that sounds like a boot error and he should call Geek Squad.
Then a typing pool of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
(mashing keyboards and button noises that sounds like music and masterfulness ((shit what is our hero going to do is what you’re thinking during this interlude(((but don’t worry he is busy watching, NBA on TNT? shit aren’t you supposed to be preparing for blog battle?((((the what?, ahh drat, that soul thing again(((((I was hoping he would forget))))))
When the devil finished, TsandA said: “Wow that blog fucking sucks”. It is just about your family trip to underground fiery volcano’s and pitchfork stabbing people. Well I liked that part.
“But sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done.”
Space Explosions on the mountain, run Bill Nye, run.
The devil’s in the House of Payne.
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin’ out dough.
“Granny, does your dog bite?”
“No, child, no.”
Those last few lines don’t need changing they already make no sense.
The devil bowed his head so TsandA could punch him in the back of the head
He laid a bag of pizza goldfish on the ground at TsandA’s feet.
TsandA said: “whoa, wait a friggen minute, pizza goldfish are terrible!” The Devil replied, “you should have read the fine print you hillbilly”
After a few minutes of reviewing the contract with his legal counsel TsandA threw up his hands in Pizza flavored agony and said,
“Devil just come on back if you ever want to get blog sodomized again”
“cause I told you once, you son of a gun, I’m the “46,891st best there has ever been.”
To taunt that fucking asshole the Devil
He typed about Grilled Cheese with Arbys Sauce on a Cheesy Gordita Crunch , run Dauber from Coach, run.
The devil’s in the House M.D of the Rising Sun? (what?).
Chicken in the bread pan, now they’re pickin’ out dough.
“Granny, will your dog bite?”
“No, child, no.”
But then that lying grannies dog bite me. It really hurt too. I had to get some neosporin and then the next time I showered the wound burned like the dickens. Damn it granny! Why must you lie about such things!
Then the Devil came back and challenged me to a game of 1 on 1 backflips. I lost! I should have not bet on something I cannot do. At least this time it was only for my Kia Soul. What? Regular soul again. Damnit!
Me and The Devil getting to business. You say Jesus, I say me. If I never blog another blog you know I was just hit by lighting. I'd prefer Bigfoot attack but beggars cannot be choosers.
Why do religion people not show non religion people this photos? That would convert 97% of the heathens immediately. The last 3% were just won over by me. So you are welcome. Sirs and Maams.
AWESOME SONG OF THE DAY!
You thought it would be The Devil Went Down To Georgia? Are you kidding? I only play classics! Plus I just murdered that song. So, no thank you, Mr. Daniels.