The reasons the demons wanted to rid limbo of Pope John Paul II have become painfully obvious.
He's a slob. Harsh, but true. This guy drinks out of the milk carton, never puts the toilet seat down, clogged up the shower drain with God only knows what. For lunch, I made us a tray of nachos and cheese, and the little bastard
double dipped. As if all of that wasn't bad enough, when he thinks nobody is looking he picks his nose and wipes it on the furniture -- I'm a telepath, I know these things.
There is no way he's staying in my apartment. I'm sending this holy pain in the ass back to limbo first thing in the morning.