I haven’t heard a single 666/Omen joke all day. What is up with that?

Also, this reminds me of when I was 12, and I was soooo tempted to dial the numbers “666″ on the telephone, but I was also way too chickenshit to do it because I thought the devil would pick up. I didn’t even try it until years later, and of course, when I did, nothing happened. Which makes me wonder — if I thought the devil would pick up, why did I even want to call? Did I have a deathwish? Really.

I also have no interest in watching the new Omen movie because me and horror movies don’t go well together. I always end up closing my eyes and covering my ears. That said, I have no qualms about reading creepy crawly stories. Remember those Christopher Pike and R.L. Stine books? Those were the bomb.

Enjoy your night of Slayer everyone. Lock those doors after midnight.