And remember, I don't swim for shit.
So. The devil it is.
Because the Leviathan lives in all that water, and there is some truly scary hoodoo, that one.
Some call it the Krakken. (which spellcheck wants to turn into 'overtaken' - you figure that one out).
And others just use these things to scare the crap out of children at night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite. Other things that are scary. Bugs. at night. in bed. biting.
(did you hear that there are bedbugs in hotels now? Viva the loss of DDT!)
And then there is the devil. All devilish and such. I think that my cat channels the devil. But that's a story for another day. Because it isn't really scary. Silly, yes. Scary, no.
Unless you are afraid of cats.
But the choices faced are equally difficult and equally perilous. Like the quests of yore, chronicled by Mallory, et. al. Only no Lancelot O' Pasta. (name of restaurant at the Excalibur casino in Vegas) And no lady lurking in lakes throwing weapons. (some damp tart...)
Devils and deep blue seas...
Exorcisms and submersibles.
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all over
with this one.
mind is firing
on weird pistons
eh?
(like my canadian?)
on bed bugs
nyc has had this problem
now for years
but the hotel industry
won't say boo.
5-stars and $500/night
to get pinched
and possibly bring
the infestation home.
noice.
i loves capitalism
We'll put it this way. It's all in my head. All of it.
And then I'll leave that little loaded package on the doorstep, ring the bell, and run away.
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