SATAN Revisited

Okay well he can go to hell. There I feel much better. I told him to get off the phone since he didnt ask permission. Then I gave him permission for a 30 minute phone call. Then a few hours later, another 30 minute phone call. He was staying away from the phone because he knew I was watching him. My vision of a cool, non-emotional, civil conversation was a fantasy. You can't talk to Satan like a normal person. He just glares at me and growls and stomps off.

Today he is getting a lecture: Stop treating me like dirt, you spoiled brat. Act like a human being. You want me to let you use MY phone and drive you to baseball, quit behaving like a rude jackass.