Satan s ScriptChapter 2
I barely had time to arrive at Mulligan’s when I noticed that the bar was packed pretty heavily for a post-pandemic night. Damn, word got around already, didn’t it, that coronavirus was history! No doubt, the doctors would be shaking their heads and yanking out their hair to learn what was up. So would the scientists, of course. Immunologists in particular. I grabbed the fountain pen and wrote down that, “All of the women are easy sluts tonight and the men are all horndogs. All of them will...