hotter than hell

one time i had a dream that old lady caulkin traded her mustard recipe to the devil.

he didn't care about her soul. he wanted her recipe. he said that it was hotter than hell. in return she got beauty. that's where i goit my devilishly good looks from.

she gave him the recipe, but not the rights to use it. the devil was furious that he had been out-witted. but there was nothing he could do. a deal is a deal.

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