Hello I'm Not Satan

Bunnies and Pizza

I cant even. I dont want to. My struggle is becoming real.

I ordered pizza because thats what Satan does on Fridays. Its a ritual. So my talking bunny who sold his soul to me for limbs was sitting on the couch watching Bob's Burgers.

I answered the door and boom. I was on fire.

The pizza boy was one of my fire breathing Alpacas.

He actually got employed.

Im done with this. Jesus