"Happy Holy Saturday Afternoon"

"Happy Holy Saturday Afternoon"

Lucifer was the Boss's fav. The was as serious as in tornado in a 1940's phonebooth falling out. Neither of these guys ever did nothing small. The Big guy kicked him off the grounds. 
Declined all his fucking cards. Had his repo guys impound his
cars,...even his hand made sky blue 1928 Bugatti he liked so much.

Nothing is bad as a hot date gone south.

So the Holy Butt Boy was out on his ass. That, and the Boss has been spreading shit on his rep ever since. He even got kids to be scared of him. Well lease till they wise up anyway.

As we knows Lucifer went, and set up his own patch. 
It's sort of like a Star Trek Club Med with planets ringed with fucking rainbows. He likes cute stuff. All the kind, and gentle when they kick the bucket wanders over there.

Yeah you can choose shit out there. Most go to Lucifer's planets, and his weird fun bright matter dimensions. The Boss obviously is in the dark matter realms...he just likes that kind of shit.

His outfit is full of the toxic waste of eternity. Assholes from worlds all creation gravitate to his shitholes. heaven is like a chain gang run by Pol Pot Caligula the fucking Borg Hitler, and Stalin. 
Who by the way are all there. ...trustees on top of that.

At Lucifer's digs you can sit by the pool with ya pals,...and your dog from when you were a kid.
No dogs allowed in the Big Guys place. I always wondered what Lucifer ever saw in the rough trade maniac. 

So I'm going to Lucifer's outfit. 

I'll hang out in a 1950's beatnik club on one of the writers run planets and discuss cartoons with Walt Whitman.