The Seat of the Beast

Everyone sees the devil's number come up from time to time: the total on a receipt being "$666"; a broken digital display that displays 8:00 as "6:66"; a really good gas tank usage displaying 666 kilometres on your tip-o-metre.

But you never see the throne of the Dark Lord. The place where he rests his hooves when taking form on this mortal earth. The seat supports have been transfixed into an anarchistic form while supporting the pressure of Lucifier's evil.

Ironically enough, this chair was discarded on a street that houses both a catholic church, a religious university and a convent.

I wasn't kidding.

Remember that photo my knife concealing friend sent in? Well if not, catch up here, http://streettreasure.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-see-what-i-see-i-see-treasure.html

I just wanted to reiterate the importance of my last warning. Recently, a flamingo crossed her, look what happened to him.

Dude, she is gnarly.

'Skiddin.

Orly?

Psych!

That seems like a reasonable request.

Lions, Cheetahs, Jaguars, Margays, Wildcats, Bobcats, Cougars, Tabbies, Ocelots, Panthers, Sabre Toothed Cats, Siberian Tigers, Albino Siberian Tigers - All fine.

But if you even think about parking your Lynx, you're outta here Mister!

One of these things just doesn't belong.

Who the heck had a big turkey dinner at the corner of Norman and Preston?

And now that I think of it, it was like 12:26 AM.

Oopsy daisy!

Well thats the last time I have a Bhut Jolokia. Can't even throw them things in the bin without incident.

I should have known better.

Slap Hands!

Grim visions of the apocalypse... Or a failed high five that took place shortly after the most memorable chip truck experience of my life?

You be the judge.