The want ads abound with mediums offering

The want ads abound with mediums offering their service, and you really have to stick out somehow to get any business. The typo in my ad "Medium exercises horny ghosts"

was exceptionally popular with Widows and widowers after all they want their horny ghosts to be strong! They had a lot of work for them to do. Thus exercise not exorcise was the

go to joke in the old folks home. That is until the station nurse was taken over by Satan. Most of the elederly were so catatonic that they didn't notice, but Ruby did and

asked Satan if he would join her for tea and cookies in the ward's common room. At this late hour, Ruby didn't fear for her soul. "God does love the rebels, you know" she said as

she passed Satan the Tim Tams. "Death by chocolate!" they said, clinking cups. "So how's Roger doing in Hell nowadays?" Ruby asked. "It isn't like him not to send me a postcard."

"Oh, you didn't hear?" Satan said, eyes downcast. "Roger's not with us anymore." Ruby gasped "Really?!" "Yeah, he must've had connections somewhere. I hear he reincarnated as

a mountain goat, as it is what he always wanted to be." "Oh, I see.... Hey Satan, you think I could make you let me out of here?" Asked Ruby sensually

Hey, What's the deal? You trapped me in a rock salt pentagram? and you now want to negotiate? You're a bit of a douche you know that? No, Meshugga not Satan, with an M.

But a negotiation was never met and there I remained in supernatural protection for the rest of my days, eating salt for sustenance until I died of thirst.