A lawyer was going through a particularly hard case, when he "Wished to Hell, and would sell his soul" to win this one.  The Devil pops in and asks him if wants to consummate the deal.

The lawyer asks what is the terms of the contract.

"Your immortal soul, and your family's for about 20 years of pure fame. You can hit the heights and then I come and collect your souls and take them hell."

"Fine" says the lawyer, scratching his chin and thinking, 'Fine, but... What is the Catch?'

Molly say:
So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was.

       

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