Today at my cross country practice I was making bunch of Satan jokes.
So I told my coach that to run faster during the races I pretended I was Satan's spawn, and I had to run away from all the exorcists behind me or else Satan would be released from my soul.
Then we were doing a workout on the track so I told her I could only run in the 6th lane because of 666. So at the end of practice one of the freshman goes to me and she says, "You know worshiping Satan is really bad." So I had to convince everyone that I'm a Christian, and I've come to the conclusion that no one understands my sense of humor...