We’ve all been there: thigh-height deep in a crypt slowly, slowly filling with the blood of
centuries-old virgins as one, maybe one, and a bat that turns into a vampire runs at you, arms
flailing. Let’s talk about beheading the vampires.
If you’re reading this, you’ve survived, but so many of us end up ding-dong durn
dead because we think a slash across the throat is enough to behead a vampire when really it’s
a slash, a twist, and a pull.
With vampire crypts turning up between the vape store and the other vape store in gentrified
neighborhoods, we thought it was best to put together a guide to help you stay safe.
- There should not be blood. If there is blood, go to a hospital immediately.
We really can’t stress this enough: vampires do not have blood in any wrack, crack, or sack.
They are full of a rare goo called rinelin, which keeps their skin tight and luminous, hence the
“sexy vampire” trope. When beheading a vampire, you should only hear the souls of dead heretics or dead
dogs that fought for the Confederacy scream out until your eardrums pop. If you get blood of
any type, color, or consistency on you, leave immediately! Go to a hospital straight away, and
drink aloe vera until your stomach feels full, like you are forming cement in there. It’s probably
nothing, but you also might die a lot. - As in life, the genitals are never where you think they are.
We’re all adults here, so we don’t need to tell you that vampires have genitals the same way
snowflakes have shapes: each one is unique in its own way, full of jagged edges and rusted
points. Truly, one never knows if adult parts might emerge from ears, eyes, tummies, or knees
when chatting with a vampire. As such, you want to be sure to swing for that decapitation from
the side of the demon, not right in front where any idiot can get impaled by the blade that shoots
from the genitals upon death. - Babies Should Not Be In Crypts
We probably don’t need to tell you that vampire hunters have no health coverage, which means
there is no coverage for child care. We know a sitter can be expensive, but we have noticed a
correlation between vampires living, and babies being in the crypt with papa or mommy. In
particular, babies playing with keys or the glasses on a parent’s face create an opportunity for
vampires to survive, or even thrive! We don’t want to say your baby is a vampire-sympathizer
(we’ll think it, but we won’t say it), but we do suggest getting a sitter. - Watch for Spiders
Dracula has created the impression that vampires clean their crypts, when in reality they never
clean anything, except the meat off a human bone. Because of this, spiders find places to nest
and lay eggs in these spaces, and spiders in a dark crypt are extra scary! To protect yourself,
make sure you are covered head-to-toe in tight leather garments, or a HAZMAT suit that can be
zipped shut. How embarrassing would it be to be about to behead a vampire, only to have to flail
wildly to try and kill a bunch of spiders in your pants? - Vampires Do Not Have Beyonce Tickets or Really Great Deals on a House in Fiji
Vampires are crafty and may prey on the financial vulnerabilities and lack of relaxation that
vampire hunters face. However, we cannot stress enough that even if a vampire offers to give
you a ticket to a Beyonce show, or a deal on a house in Fiji, they do not have those tickets or
deals! Think about it: how would vampires, who are beautiful but broke, have such things?
Tickets go on sale on the day when vampires are asleep in their wi-fi-less coffins. Fiji is more
than twelve hours away, which means they’d risk being exposed to the sun traveling there.
Vampires have nothing to offer you except beauty and immortality, so be sure to remember this
when you’re on the fence about sparing their lives to hear “Drunk in Love.”
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This is the perfect guide for any person willing to tackle the creatures of the night (or a uppity member of the neighborhood watch). I recall ambushing a middle manager in the storm drain of a local office complex, when the bloodsucker had cleverly swapped the string of my ancient Chinese automatic crossbow with a strand of web from his very own spider minion! Thankfully I still had a wooden skewer from my gas station shish kebab.
On a related note, I have a question for Batboy. In the wake of the claims by Donald Trump that Kamala Harris started out Indian and became Black; did the 2024 candidate Batboy start off as a bat or a boy or both?