Now a word form the Devil's son-in-law, Larry

By Larry T. Mephistopheles

      Yes, that's right the Devil is my father-in-law. I call him Daddy D. Because his daughter, Harlot W. Devil-Mephistopheles has called him that since Harrod's time.

She has Daddy D. wrapped around her little claw like Donny John has the Bitch republicans wrapped around his pudgy piggy finger. How can he pick his noses with such pudgy piggy fingers?

Noses, you ask? Well, there are the noses on his two faces and the sixty plus noses up his ass (the Bitch republicans.) 

When Donny John farts. the Bitch republicans fight over whom gets to smell it first. YUM! YUM??

Speaking of fart smellers I do have a cooking show in Hell.

"THE REAL HELL'S KITCHEN 

Body Fluids and Excrement up Your Kitchen." 

Daddy D. doesn't care for it. He likes tragedies. Like Donny John apocalypse, the presidency destroying democracy. Eviscerate a Nun VII, the enter-active cable series. And Fox news, and friends, and Pus Limbaugh.