I think THE DUCHESS OF DOOOOOM is more in line with how I’ve always thought of her.
How about The Queen of Quackery Quashing? The Empress of Idiot Eradication? The Sultana of Swat? 
Me, I just try not to wind up as the object of her wrath. :eek:
I’m still laughing about the demons named “You can’t make me!”
ala potty training.
Theres also demons called I won’t eat my vegetables!
What I find most fascinating is how this couple met. Were they both already obsessed about demons, with this mutual interest drawing them together at the Halfway House for Halfwits, or is one of them more into it than the other?
Does she secretly cringe every time he launches into his brimstone and hellfire, and did she spend those legendary four hours of Deliverance feeling rather half-hearted, if not a little embarrassed, at the whole thing?
Does she feel increasingly weary every morning as he scours the paper to find yet another social or cultural phenomenon to denounce as demon-ridden? Is she apprehensive every time she buys a new pair of socks, lest he decide that demons lurk in the elastic, and does she spend ages agonising over which carrot to buy in case she picks one that is too phallic and demon-attracting?
I saw this movie of two women playing with (unlit) candles and when they touched certain parts of their bodies their faces would grin and make all sorts of gestures like they were out of control. I guess they were being possessed by the demons in the candles.
I’ve got it! Lynn is:
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She Who Must Be Obeyed
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And she does one hell… oops, heck of a job casting demons out of the Pit, huh?
I see Lynn as more of a Sorceress of Smite.
My sheets are paisley! My husband and I lie in an evil nest of Satanic corruption every single day!
On second thought, that’s probably not the fault of the sheets.
Demons, schmemons. This whack job gave me a new sig.
Hmmm. I knew I should have avoided this thread. Now I’m laboring under the heavy load of knowledge of my sins. I guess my pet parrot is close enough to an owl that I will have to do away with him. By the time I’ve eliminated all of the things on that list, cleanup around here should be a snap-nothin’ to clean!
I liked the comments about toilet training, where the child had a deliverance! I’d always called it just going in the potty. Look, Daddy! I didn’t make any deliverance in my panties, today!
I just hope some MADs are around to bail me outta jail after I walk into a Chuck E Cheese and whomp them demons off of that there birthday cake with my holy axehandle before the demons get the youn’uns corrupted. Take off them pointy hats, too. :dubious:
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I wonder which Bible they are using. My NIV Bible must be written my demons for it contradicts what they are saying! Help!
So are you bragging or complaining?
Let’s just say they’ll take my paisley sheets away from me when they pry them from my cold dead hands.
If paisley is demonic, what does that make plaid?
Plaid attracts the special variety of demons that live in Catholic schoolgirls’ hoohahs.
I’m a Scot. I was born in PAISLEY. I have my own PLAID. My house is full of CANDLES.
I must be evil personified.
Go me!
Catholic schoolgirls have hoohahs? I thought they weren’t allowed to until they got married.
You haven’t known many Catholic schoolgirls, have you?
Ok…and in the middle of the diatribe, I ran across this:
It seemed…out of place. I scoured the surrounding text to find out how demons got into my Secret deodorant, to no avail.
2000 web pages devoted to this? That’s horrifying in and of itself.
~J
I wonder if they’re in my BAN too. :eek: I’m thinking that walking around smelling like vinegar will keep a lot of things away.
I’m your huckleberry:
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=233097