The Devil's Shop
Running some errands yesterday, a woman told me that I was going into the Devil's shop. Where was I headed, you might ask. The liquor store? The sex-toy emporium? That shop where they sell all the lovely multicoloured glasswork?
Nope. I was going to Paper Source. So any of you going to make wedding announcements or greeting cards or party favours: BEWARE! IT'S THE DEVIL'S STORE!
Nope. I was going to Paper Source. So any of you going to make wedding announcements or greeting cards or party favours: BEWARE! IT'S THE DEVIL'S STORE!