Pub Talk

[God] Hey Lucifer, can I buy you a beer?
[Satan] Sure, dude, I’ve had a good year.
[God] You’re telling me, you’ve been a busy beast.
[Satan] So you’ve heard what I did over in the Middle East?
[God] Who hasn’t heard? What a genius strategic move.
[Satan] It’ll be a millennium before that situation improves! (Ha! ha!)
[God] What some peanuts? I ordered a bowl.
[Satan] Do they have any wings? Or any spring rolls?
[God] Got any plans for 2009?
[Satan] Oh God yes! I have a doozy in the pipeline.

[God] Did you just say “Oh God”?
[Satan] Oh, sorry.

[God] Care to give me a little clue?
[Satan] And ruin the surprise? I’m not cuckoo.
[God] Did you send Mom a Christmas card?
[Satan] Damn, I forgot. I’ll be feathered and tarred.
[God] You mean tarred and feathered…
[Satan] Whatever. Hey, check out this weather.
[God] What now? Oh, you are in incorrigible. A typhoon? (Sigh)
[Satan] That’s nothing. What until this afternoon!
[God] Better get back to work. A never ending rat race…
[Satan] Take care, bro. Still on this Saturday? Dinner at your place?