Hell-o. I’m the Devil Baby that gave New Yorkers the
fright of their life. I know you’ve seen
the viral video that’s
been viewed more than 34 million times and counting.
Not unlike the day Lucifer
decided to possess a
woman’s toaster I, the spawn of The Unholy One who can make breakfast
cereal speak in foul incantations and cause boiled eggs to be unrighteously
runny, have visited upon this delightful blog to predict the outcome of today’s
NFL Conference Championships.
Go ahead and make rude comments. I’ll puke pea soup on you á la Linda
Blair.
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