a conversation
Idler: Baby, where's our witch's familiars?
Me: Baby, we're not witches.
Idler: I am.
Me: You are?
Idler: I'm pretty sure I've had congress with the devil.
Me: Oh, really?
Idler: [pause] No, I guess not.
Me: Good. Cause I'll cut that bitch.
Labels: brown jenkin, devil worship
2 Comments:
This made me snert smoothie out my nose.
Glad to be of service, my dear. Glad to be of service.
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