Damn you Autocorrect!

[Jag]

In a texting conversation with my son about plans for christmas day, I asked him to remember to bring a particular table top game. In so doing I apparently invited Satan to join us, although I was trying to ask him to bring Catan (as in "Settlers of..."). He immediately replied that he would pass along the invitation, but wanted Satan to drive himself as the smell of brimstone gives him a headache.

Laughed to tears over that.

[rev45]

We had a minor earthquake hit here in Illinois several years, but it was enough to wake me up in the middle of the night.  I leaned under my bed and asked Satan if this was his doing.  He said "No man this ain't me, I'm scared as hell."

He does have that brimstone smell, but he's usually pretty good at paying the rent on time.