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And whatever you do, don't let the Virgin light the Black Flame Candle
So, here I am at work, trying to catch up on paperwork, typing away, adding work order to the Excel Spreadsheet, when my fingers pause over this gem. I found myself typing this:
“Set up one of our projection screens in front of the Book of the Dead--”
…Dude, we have a Book of the DEAD?
Ok, ok, I know, I know. ‘But Nella!’ my public cries, ‘You work in an Armory; of COURSE there’s a Book of the Dead, there were a lot of chaps who marched off to war and who didn’t march back after all!’
And that is a very reasonable and logical point HOWEVER I’m going to pretend that it’s a necronomicon or some other Book of Dark Evil and enjoy my fantasy, thank you very much!
--Er…No Offense intended towards the Glorious Dead. *nervous grin*
“Set up one of our projection screens in front of the Book of the Dead--”
…Dude, we have a Book of the DEAD?
Ok, ok, I know, I know. ‘But Nella!’ my public cries, ‘You work in an Armory; of COURSE there’s a Book of the Dead, there were a lot of chaps who marched off to war and who didn’t march back after all!’
And that is a very reasonable and logical point HOWEVER I’m going to pretend that it’s a necronomicon or some other Book of Dark Evil and enjoy my fantasy, thank you very much!
--Er…No Offense intended towards the Glorious Dead. *nervous grin*