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Oooo the womBman scorn, huh...😂 been the start of many a "how did you lose your penis" stories... 😮

😂 I've been run over, too!.. I haven't been able to centre the Mohawk since...

I leave the wife too

He didn't mind getting run over. It was the nagging after that.

good for the misses hell have no furry like a woman scorned

See the movie 'Oblivion' to see an example of this except used by Tom Cruise.

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Epic.

Thank you

Am enlighten on how to be a role model teacher in the 21st century

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BASED.

🙏🏼Amen

Amen

Amen and Amen 🙏

Amen!!!

My father wasent a good guy.

Lol

Final scene: Ophilia watches him like a hawk. OPHILIA (CONT’D) Another poor soul. 11. George turns to the sound of her voice. Straightens up, takes a closer look. Ophilia? GEORGE Ophilia stares hard at him. Her look turns to fear when she recognizes him. OPHILIA Oh, no. No you don't. GEORGE Ophilia, it's me. George. Ophilia gestures wildly, trying to ward him away. The manager looks up from his ledger with a thin smile. OPHILIA Stay away from me. Go back to Hell where you belong. George, confused, sits in the chair next to hers. GEORGE You sick or something? Ophilia rummages in her bag and pulls out a voodoo wand, long and sinewy, with teeth embedded into it and hair wrapped tightly around it. She brandishes it like a weapon. George's eyes fix on the wand, revulsion on his face. GEORGE (CONT’D) Ophilia...where did you get that? Ophilia waves the wand in his face, smug and defiant. OPHILIA What, you don't recognize your own skin? Your teeth? Your hair? She sucks her teeth. OPHILIA (CONT’D) You ain't my George. You're a sham, a conjure. Nothing but a shade. George grabs her wrists, surprising her. GEORGE Can a shade do this? 12.Ophilia looks at the manager, afraid. He smiles, fountain pen hovering above the ledger. GEORGE (CONT’D) Is this why I can't rest? You put a hex on me? On me? Ophilia struggles but George's grip is too strong. OPHILIA Please, George. I had to, honey. You're my conduit. GEORGE It ain't too late, baby. Drop the wand. Let it go. Let me be. Ophilia looks like she might do it, but she kicks him in the shin instead. George lets go. OPHILIA Oh, dirty tricks again! Trying to rid me of my mojo. I'll teach you. Ophilia reaches into her clothes, then tosses a handful of black dust into George's face. She begins chanting and waving the wand at him. The manager's fountain pen scrapes across the ledger page. George, sad and pitiful, grabs Ophilia and heaves her over one shoulder. Ophilia screams and pounds on his back and head with the wand. He carries her down the hall and into the room. The door slams shut behind him, cutting off her screams. FADE OUT THE END

. burned. Fear clouds his face. Edward strokes his own cheek softly EDWARD (CONT’D) You can't save this one. FATHER JAMES You're the third so-called anti Christ I've faced this year. EDWARD But the first to make you doubt. Edward jumps on the bed gleefully. EDWARD (CONT’D) You aren't strong enough! (points at Father James) Not faithful enough! Father James picks up a kitchen knife from the floor. FATHER JAMES This hurricane is a sign, isn't it? EDWARD The little monkey has a brain. (eyes the knife) What are you going to do with that, Father? FATHER JAMES You’re right. I can’t save you. Father James jumps onto the bed and buries the knife into Edward's chest. Edward collapses, a look of shock on his face. Father James steps away, hands sprayed with blood. FATHER JAMES (CONT’D) But I can delay you. He wipes his hands on his vestments. Grabs hold of the dresser to move it. EDWARD (loud whisper) Thou shalt not kill. 6. EXT. SEA-TO-SKY MOTEL, ROOM 6 - CONTINUOUS Lightning flashes from inside the room. Father James's screams rise above the sound of wind and rain. INT. SEA-TO-SKY MOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS The manager looks up from a leather-bound ledger to the door. Ophilia rocks in her chair. OPHILIA That was a dirty, dirty trick. The manager takes a fountain pen and draws a quick line across the ledger page. The door opens again. AMELIA (36) rushes in, out of breath and soaked without a coat or umbrella. Behind her, Ophilia spots Father James walking across the parking lot. He smiles at her, eyes black as pitch. Amelia shuts the door, leans heavily against it. Ophilia shudders and makes arcane gestures to ward herself. TO BE CONTINUED ON THE LEDGER PART TWO

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What university is that ?