Mucho Mojo on Camp Hill
by Former White Hat
Rain storms coming and going here in chilly night Harrisburg, Penn. I was awaken at 3 AM by the ghastly sound of howling banshees and screaming demons. I looked out the window and saw dozens of these dark creatures flying in circles over the hotel where the Bobby Joe Fanin Clone and some others are staying.
I decided to explore, perhaps against better judgement. What I witnessed is not too surprising: Bobby Joe and his black magic witch Miranda Kelly dancing naked (eech, I know) around a pentagram lit up by blood-red candles and chanting praise to Loki and Lucifer. There were several members of the “survival course” there: they stood naked and still, pentagrams painted in black on their stomachs, their eyes opened and empty: they were in a demonic trance.
Also dancing around was Randy Maugans, wearing a red dress and black heels and fish-net stockings, praying to the dark lords for sexual transformation into a woman.
The banshees and demons swopped down and entered the bodies of Bobby Joe and Miranda, and each time they shuddered in ecstasy and cried, “Thank you, Satan!”
Tomorrow should be…interesting…
The world is weirder than we can possibly imagine.