I got doxed on the Dark Web I know because I immediately got crazy alerts from my bank’s dark net scanner bull shit. The next day, I can not make this up; the devil was waiting for me at Bud’s. He had crazy horn tattoos; he was asking people for money, and everyone was just giving it to him despite him dressing nice and driving a nice car. I go in and leave; he hits me for money. I’m like I got beer; want one. So I have a beer with the guy. Dude’s charming as hell, and you can tell he wanted something from me. It was obvious, and he kept getting me to agree at first, but then I would see this man has god damn devil horns, and I’m like, I’m good. He even knew my weakness; he was like You sure? I got strippers. I look in his whip, and there’s the prettiest bored-looking lady I’ve ever seen. He said he drove from Florida. All this from posting WarSexDrugs.com on Dread. I want to see if we can conjure him again. I just need someone to volunteer to get doxed on Dread. Like, hanging out with the actual devil didn’t appeal to me, but I should’ve told him to follow me to Tulips or the Fuzzy Hole or something, brought our own stripper. Me and the Devil walk into a bar; got to be a joke.