Everyone knows the only way to end a curse is with a gallon of donkey blood, two half-inch straps of leather, and an old man named Rusty. At least all mummologists. Unlike dumb Frank here who never even took a Mummology 101 course at college.
Everyone knows the only way to end a curse is with a gallon of donkey blood, two half-inch straps of leather, and an old man named Rusty. At least all mummologists. Unlike dumb Frank here who never even took a Mummology 101 course at college.
Everyone knows the only way to end a curse is with a gallon of donkey blood, two half-inch straps of leather, and an old man named Rusty. At least all mummologists. Unlike dumb Frank here who never even took a Mummology 101 course at college.