Eternal Bowels Of Hell (aka Limited Too) « Thread Started on Mar 8, 2004, 10:40pm »
Lucifer strolled down the aisles of Limited Too, shoving this handbag and that into his shopping cart. He picked up a rather lovely cardigan, "Oh my! The quality!" And tossed it into the cart. Currently he was in his human form, tall, dark, handsome young male. The Morning Star brushed some strands of raven black locks behind his shoulder as he sauntered up and down the aisles.
"I wonder if Lilith would be interested in anything here..." he thought aloud as he inspected a new line of prison bed sheets, brought to you by Martha Stuart. Oh... Underwear on sale at 30%. "Lovely..." groaned Satan as he approached the crate of panties. "Polka dots always make my butt look fat," he mocked the voice of a young girl, while grasping his backside. Surprisingly enough, Satan always enjoyed himself thoroughly at shope like these. "Clothes, compliments of little seven year olds in Costa Rica!" he exclaimed with joy, holding up a pair of short shorts.
Re: Eternal Bowels Of Hell (aka Limited Too) « Reply #1 on Mar 8, 2004, 10:48pm »
Simmons was shopping in his *favorite* store, of course, when he bumped straight into a tall, dark and handsome gentleman. He was about to yell at this sexy stud when he suddenly realized who he was. Simmon’s eyes grew large with surprise.
“Oh my gawd!” Simmons shrieked in a high-pitched, effeminant tone. “SATAN?! IS THAT YOU?! GAWD! Look at you!” Beaming from corner to corner, Simmons paraded over to Satan with his glam-waddle. His face registered with mock surprise; grinning all the more, he punched Satan playfully on the shoulder. “YOU’VE LOST SO MUCH WEIGHT! I bet Lilith finds you a tiger in bed! Me-oow! An absolute tiger! So how’ve you been?” Simmons gave a pathetic pout. “You never call! You rascal! You tiger!”
Re: Eternal Bowels Of Hell (aka Limited Too) « Reply #2 on Mar 8, 2004, 10:57pm »
Satan quickly threw the short shorts into the air, squealing like a 5 year old. Quickly he regained composure, slicking back his hair with Limited Too brand pomade. Sexy?... You know it!
He quirked an eyebrow, running his hands along his finely tuned bod, "You think so??" he asked, flattered. "It's all thanks to Jenny Craig!" Satan paused, embarrassed, "And you of course, Simmy. Your aerobicizes totally did me in." Lucifer humoured Richard, running his hand down his arm, winking playfully. He indignantly put his hands on his hips, "I'd call if you'd ever be up for business again! After I did that deal with you about your chest hair, you deserted me!" Yes. That's what they all did. They used poor Satan for afros and chest hair. Sad, neglected creature.