She had begged and plead that he go to a

She had begged and plead that he go to a synagogue so the demon attacks stop finally. But he had never wanted to go, so she drove him there and got out of the car with him.

This synagogue was in a new part of town for her. They almost got lost. The GPS suddenly went on the blink, and at the worst time. The buildings were all new, built overnight. Odd

Job threw his bowler and sliced gashed her cheek. She normally didn't like to fight. She tasted her own blood and a primal rage erupted and she

ate her own head, peeling after peeling, cheek, neck, eyelids. All the while chanting: "It's only a flesh wound!"

Monty Python meets self destructive beauty cult commercial reached its peak with the fish slapping intended to as skin astringent.

Interestingly enough, I couldn't actually believe my eyes. Did all that really happen? Or, was it merely TV prematurely influencing my inner workings?

The option it turned out to be was that although my eyes had been duped the sight they gave helped me see the TV's premature ejaculation miss my inner workings & short circuit the

"I can't see you, are you there? Feed me a bagel i have no toaster and im blind. Eat my ass." Hopefully some kind stranger on street would oblige.

Sadly, he flunked Panhandling 101, especially the rule “Don’t insult the marks.” Telling marks “Eat my ass” got him no handouts. He graduated the course, achieving REAL starvation.