Bad language, blood or blow jobs. Perfect.
I feel like this song was written for me.
I told someone that I work with that I was going through a creative desert. This colleague looked at me with a look of such pity and said. “Aw. Honey.” Great, now I look desperate (more than usual even). This colleague was recently cast in a play. I audibly swallowed. I begged for details like a thirsty beggar. ‘Tell me about it! How is it going? What part did you get? OH! Really! What else??’
It was kind of awful. My colleague looked a little uncomfortable…
DIE VAMPIRES DIE!