Lemondrop

Ladies, sometimes you're really asking for the crazy. Like when you keep cemetery dirt in your apartment and date guys who believe in voodoo. Like Mandy.

"I dated a guy who worried a lot about the fact I have books on witchcraft, a deck of tarot cards and a few candles, strange herbs and a little cemetery dirt in my house," she reports.

"This guy became convinced I had put a spell on him and that [the spell] was somewhere in the bathroom." Oooookay ...

"He locked himself in the bathroom for two hours searching for the voodoo," she says. "He tore down one wall and in the process was cut by a razor blade, bitten by a poisonous spider, and then he proceeded to eat an old deodorizer ball. The deodorizer ball was in one of those scented-toilet-paper-roll-holder things. He shook it and heard all the little balls, which were old and had no scent left. He pried it open and ate one of the balls to see if it was some sort of crack stash. [ed. note: TOTALLY NORMAL ASSUMPTION] He came out a bleeding, swollen mess."

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