Download the 'Satan is my new BFF' app, the link said. What's not to like? I thought.
I grabbed the app, installed it, fired it up, and pressed the 'Evoke Satan Now' button.
And there he was! Satan in my bedroom! OMG! He totally had that whole goat's head thing going on too!
"What do you want? I'm having a bad day!" he barked. A bit of wee ran down my left leg. With faux nonchalance, I said, "Why's that?"
"The quarterly fuel bill for Hell arrived this morning, that's why."
"And?" "I'm skint."
Apparently even Satan can't escape austerity.