Satan Couldn't Be Everywhere

Satan couldn't be everywhere at once, so he created radishes.

Evil

Look at 'em, just sitting there in that pretty bowl, acting so innocent.

"I'm crunchy! I'm bursting with flavor! People who like many of the same foods you like LOVE me!"

So you pick one up. You hold it over your plate. You salt it. You pop it into your mouth.

AND THE DEVIL LAUGHS AND LAUGHS!!!

Oh, dear God, somewhere, I am assured, there is a radish that does NOT make you want to rinse your mouth out with Antarctica, but I haven't found it yet.

Marian "Blistermouth" Allen
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