Actually from Hell
I shared a flat with Satan. Only he was calling himself Lucifer at the time in an attempt to remain inconspicuous. He wasn't that bad really, though there was a smell of brimstone whenever he was around, and he liked to play with matches.

His favourite TV show? Teletubbies. He got them all on DVD and would sit there for hours with tears of pleasure in his eyes and a cup of mint tea beside him. OK, he slept upside down on a charred cross and he only ate raw mice ... and he pushed old women in front of cars sometimes, but he was an OK guy. He bought me a Zippo lighter for my birthday and invited Marylin Monroe up from Hell (yes, I didn't know either) for a lapdance. We had some laughs.

He had to go back to Hell when his holiday was over and I missed him. The next guy was some Nazarene chap - a bloody vegan god-botherer. All he ate was fish and wine, but only went shopping the once. Weird.
(frankspencer, Wed 11 Apr 2007, 15:25, Reply)