so i was having a talk with a girl at the office, and the topics of satan, the supernatural, and other things one should probably not be talking about outloud, made their ways into the mix.
so i get home, and a fricking rusty pitchfork comes flying off the wall with enough velocity to puncture into my shoe, sock, and foot. nice one, you devil. i better not now need a shot or something. and i was having a good day.
oh yeah, foo fighters suck.