So I shoulda got some stitches probably, but where's the fun, and who likes that? Someone put some bad voodoo on that mailbox, because it bit me good. I'll just have a slightly misaligned distal inter-phalangeal whorl from here on out, but that's fine, and I think I'll enjoy it. Thinking of grinding up some chicken faces, in order to make some anti-hoodoo powder. Wait! I figured it out. Just now. It was Dr. Stickem - he fits the profile of a Baron Samedi-type. Pins and all. Gonna put a deer head dusted with ground chicken faces in his bed.
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