Then they sent me to a shrink. Their skin is way thin. I should’ve told them about how you stole your grandfather’s ashes and mixed them into the beer of the chick who stole Señor Vikingo. The internet said it was like a turbo evil spell because the dead person’s soul gets inside the victim’s body and drives them insane. But that shit was all bark and no bite—nothing happened to the bitch, not even a case of diarrhea.
