something so good it has to be the work of
the devil, you hesitate to tell anyone else about because
you don't want to share in the evil goodness, needful things.
your mother's
spaghetti and meatballs, triple malt scotch, a
particularly head-clearing bowel movement, an
attractive girl who will lick, flick and even chew your grundle happily and without judgement, cracked wifi.
John: How did you find parking?
Bill: I have this evil good secret spot in an an alley but I'm not saying where exactly.