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Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butlera day ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Haha. Oops.
Omggg I would just lay down and die 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I like the blowout double entendré.
ooops.
Oooo. That’s a Walmart worthy photo op! 🤣
Wear it like you mean it!
ahhhh that's quite unfortunate!! 😱😱😱 hope they had a sweater with them to wrap around!