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.