making packs with the devil is a diamond dozen in this doggy dog world, no need to have deep seeded fears about it
Could you be more pacific in your criticism?
“Nobody likes me, everybody hates me. I’m going Outback to eat worms”
Mmmm. I hope so.
Pentagrams are everywhere.
And pitchforks:
Broadcasting was the Devil’s plot to raise pitchforks higher than church steeples.
Where women glow and men plunder?
Jared’s big ol’ expensive building he lost a lot of money on is 666 Fifth Ave., what else do you need to know?
At least for me, this comment wins the internet. I needed a good laugh this week.
Orly? Satan probably likes his steak well done.
Holy carp! I didn’t know satan played the drums!
Extra well done. With ketchup.
My guess is that’s its a standardized way of determining the easiest optimum customers/restaurant density. And that there is some tribal stuff going on there.
Isn’t Terry O’Quinn the building owner? I guess that was Park Avenue, though.
Isn’t algorithmically assisted diabolic ritualism exactly what one would expect from a corporate Satanist with an interest in efficiency and an eye on the bottom line?
You can’t run a franchise by letting some crazed acolyte do one-offs without any consideration for repeatability and economies of scale.
(And, snark aside, give that “spiritual mapping” is a thing, having a similarly freaky spiritual-warfare-with-GIS offshoot for the opposing team seems only fair.)
I draw an inverse pentagram with Sriratcha on almost everything that I eat because it amuses me.
It’s Stan, actually.
More like Son of Stan
You should have had the Orlando Bloomin’ Onion