Monday, October 17, 2005


My navel fluff situation is out of control. I just pulled out a lump of fluff the size of a small child. Had to use both my hands.

As I read the Pater Noster backwards over it, making the sign of the pentacle with my spit-covered thumb, it began to tremble and move. Then, when I came to the words "...Nevaeh ni tra ohw..." it uttered a horrible, piercing shriek.

"...REHTAF RUO!" I cried, and by the light of the full moon it rose up and ran away over the moor.



Blogger Sara said...

I can vouch for size.

1:45 am  

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