Why Dr. G'ovich Is the Devil pt.2 - Go Ahead, Mock My Pain

After reading my first post here, the Eeeeeeeeevil one told me that reading the "You realize you aren't hurting me" story made him laugh; that's right, this relating of an extremely painful and scarring experience which is sure to keep my therapist in Rolls Royces and Grey Poupon for the rest of his life, made him laugh. If that's not the sign of a devil, then what is? Why, let me tell you what: having his wife say the same thing. That's right: Rocket G'ovich also gave me a "that story made me laugh" response. I knew it had to happen sooner or later; after all these years of marriage it was inevitable that she would become infected with his Eeeeeeeeevilness. I think we need to hold an Eeeeeeeeevil intervention and soon; according to all of the authoritative texts on combating Eeeeeeeeevil, the ritual (which involves playing Spin Doctors and Green Day CDs non-stop while chanting multiples of 5 to incapacitate the Eeeeeeeeevil one's powers) must be performed before the despicable one and his spouse reach their 10th anniversary, or the Eeeeeeeeevil conversion is irreversible; we still have time to save her, my blog monkeys!

Oh, no . . . I just realized something . . . suddenly, I can see the humor in the situation as well. . . I've been corrupted too! Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Curse you G'ovich! Curse you!