It's Hard To Be Impressed With Satan

Since he obviously is obsessed with this one little crappy rock in some Universe backwater.


Grazie a Grottu Orloff's Pad!

The Succubus Threatens

Derangia, one of Satan's most ambitious succubi, was always pushing the envelope of her hellish arts, and she was about to make a big mistake.


She was considering an innocent child as a victim, an act which she knew would anger the Creator greatly.


Her master knew of her intentions and was perfectly happy to let the Supreme Arbiter turn Derangia to dust. 


After all, he had more of the foul smelling bitches than he knew what to do with.


Many Thanks to Monster Crazy

Ya Don't Say

You will be grist for Satan's gore-mill. Your bungholes will be ripped by the phalli of the Lupus-Daemon. Your tongues will be torn out from the roots and fed to the Cerberine hounds. Your nipples will be savaged by the stubble of Judas Iscariot. 


Oh, and Satan will piss in your Bosco.


Source: You Can't Piss On Hospitality

They Say Rock And Roll Is The Devil's Music

And I'm here to tell ya, Damned straight it is!!!


Muchas Gracias a You Can't Piss On Hospitality

On The Obverse

"Hey, y'all. We're in Tallahassee for a few days. Checked out Ernie's Inferno. Awesome devil's food brownies. The Barbarian Wonder Museum was bitchin' (largest collection of severed breasts in the state). Wish you were here. Have to say, Satan is doing a fucking great job."


Much Obliged to Peach Bee

The Devil's Calculator

So many souls. So many souls.


From The Treasure Troves of You Can't Piss On Hospitality

Not Him Again

"Just tell him to go to Hell. That always puts him in a good mood. Otherwise he'll just cuss and warn you not to hang up."


Grateful Acknowledgments to Peach Bee

And Now, Bitches

Exit, Stage Right!


Eternally Grateful to Sloth Unleashed

Me And The Boys

...would like to have you join us.


Klept From Trash

The Devil's Recreation

Hey, Gang, how about some Pictionary?!


Thanks to Trash

Impossible To Get Good Help These Days

Mr. Mephisto was incensed. His minions had painted his hooves with a shade that clashed jarringly with that of his camisole. The petit-daemons knew that they were in for a fortnight of forced viewings of "Highway to Heaven" and Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.


Thanks to Sloth Unleashed

Oh, The Things People Will Tattoo On Themselves Nowadays

"What? He's displaying the Halliburton logo?!"


(I told you guys you to expect the unexpected from Squashpants)


Grazie a Aliens and Ice Cream

You See, She Meant to Write "Santa", But...

The Sunday School teacher nearly shit.


A Load of Thanks to The Mad Vortex

Pleased To Meet You

Hope you guessed my name... (Hoo Hoo)

Source: Chateau Thombeau 

The Devil You Say!

Just goes to show you, the unobscured form of a woman never goes out of style.

Thanks to Retrogasm