Like a Bat Out of Hell
Last July, fellow blogger and faithful Cow Reader Radiocative Jam spotted what appeared to be God's SUV whilst on his way to work. Yes folks, it seems that like mostly everyone else God is totally unconcerned about Global Warming and is happy to chew up the fossil fuels with reckless abandon.*
Anyway, the other day I am driving down Botany Road in Alexandria, Sydney, and I cruise up behind this black jeep at the lights. The license plate reads SATAN.
Now I am completely aware that not one single reader is going to believe me after my recent escapades with a certain feline minion of the Dark One, so at great risk to an elderly pedestrian nun, and physical risk to my own person (of a hernia), I retrieve my cell phone from my pocket with a view to snapping a crystal clear shot of the plate.
Too late - before I can say 'Beelzebub's Bollocks!", the jeep is out of range and heading for Hades. I've got an iceberg's chance in Hell of catching him. I realize that you'll all be scoffing in disdain at the above shot, but it's the best I could do. Moments later the jeep had disappeared in an oily black puff of diesel and brimstone.†
*Well, I guess in His case, he can argue that He made them, so he can bleedin' well do what he likes with them...
†One of the tail lights was broken, but I wouldn't want to be the cop that pulled him over...