Oh come on, she's not the devil...
She may not be THE devil, but she certainly torments the hell out of my ears, qualifying her to be MY devil, at the very least. Also, her icon is of the worst part of a dog.
PS: If she is hot, all is forgiven. This applies to all women who want to torment me.
I am morbidly obese and have pimples all over my back. I have back breasts. My hair is oily, thin, dull, and straigt. But I do have straight teeth. I love my dog's snout. I hate you. I am going to call as often as I can just so that my voice and stupid way of talking plagues your dreams.