No, I wanna go kick puppies, she retorted.
They served Good Food but only a G, an O and a D were lit up. Personally, I doubted God dined there. Unless God was keen on samonella poisoning and rat droppings in the hamburgers. But then again, wha...
My meeting with my alimentatore was at noon,
What? Look at my newly mutilated flesh? Screw you!
Once upon a time, I’d thought demon-hunting was hard. But that was before I’d become a mom. Trust me. In comparison to parenting, stalking and killing demons is a piece of cake.
Can I just say that dying sucks? All that bullshit about seeing the light and having this inner peace, blah, blah, blah. It's crap.
That’s the bittersweet part of being a mom. You slather on all that love and attention so that your kids will grow up strong, confident, and self-sufficient. And if you’ve done your job right, you’ve...
Distract him? What the hell was I supposed to do? Strip naked and do the hula?
I love it when my justifications for avoiding housework are actually legitimate.
Opened the vial of holy water and dumped it in with the wipes. I could practically see the ad campaign: Blessed be your baby’s bottom … Now with Aloe!
They weren't wearing their handy-dandy I'm an Evil Demon T-shirts; nevertheless, I could tell they were coming for me.
I mean, really. Who needs Pilates when you’ve got a town full of demons?
Fuck you. I countered, demonstrating my keen skill at argument.