|What if the Father of All Lies turned out to be a snotty barista?|
I'm in bed with a nasty cold on this fine spring day, so I thought I'd waste my time wisely. One of the great side effects of taking vast amounts of over-the-counter cold remedies is that you start thinking of truly asinine, ridiculous things that you might otherwise never consider. Today, for instance, I started wondering what would happen if the Devil, the very personification of evil, were a snooty, judgmental urbanite. And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am ready to present to you my findings. I submit for your approval, PRETENTIOUS SATAN!
And should you care to make your own Pretentious Satan image, you can do so right here.