on a tacoma in the wegman's parking lot
and y'know
if that little pick-up truck can drive all the way across the mighty Pacific and the whole breadth of our country to reach the Old Dominion
maybe I can slay an actual demon. That'd be cool. I bet I could. I'd do research and figure out the necessary rituals and incantations. I think I have the fortitude for it. The demon's like "AHHH! I'M BAD! FEEL BAD!" and I'm like "NO! LEAVE!" And the demon knows I mean business. They'll go bother someone else.
I'm not the type of guy who thinks he could beat most people in a fight or score a point off Serena Williams or wrestle a bear but I do think I could cleanse a forsaken cursed dwelling. If push came to shove.
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