ass-haunting. for serious. or something.

Sure, we all know that a lot of people who natter on about ghosts are full of shit, but did you know that ghosts can, in fact, haunt your ass?

It's true because someone on the internet says it is! The previous link is to a skeptic's comments on the article - I haven't read the article itself yet, because, to be honest, the grammatical errors and sheer insanity in the quotes alone were enough to make my poor little head ache. And anyway, tomorrow's our first day of getting up early to go to the gym. But don't worry, I fully intend to read the whole linked article sometime very soon, so that I can enjoy the full breadth of the nuttiness. I'm hoping it's really a parody or a joke, but... sadly, I have long since learned not to trust to hope on this kind of thing.

Incidentally - former inhabitants of Grimmauld Place! Didn't we have a running gag about ass-haunting or something like that? It seems... strangely familiar to me. In the same way as the crazy-ass romance novel in the wall. ♥

For everyone else - Grimmauld Place was the nickname for the house several friends and I lived in years ago. It was... a strange house. And strangely suited to the nickname.

And, for the record, I'm not saying that everybody who believes in ghosts is crazy. Just this woman who thinks her husband's ass is haunted. Because seriously.