Doo-Doo Voodoo

I was chatting with my pal Tim about curses (don't ask me why; it was just one of those things that came up). He told me that a high school classmate put a curse on him once.

What was the curse for? I asked.

Overall failure, he replied.

The classmate, who was up against Tim for an art scholarship, ended up winning the scholarship. So Tim hoped that was it. No more curse, which seems more than fair. (The guy got the scholarship, but ended up being a meth head. So who was really cursed in the long run?)

We chuckled a bit and decided that it was egregiously bad karma to put a death curse on someone.

BUT...

How bad is it really to curse someone with... say... chronic diarrhea? It's annoying and exasperating and cuts road trips very short, yes. But if it only lasts a week or so, it's not deadly.

Doo-Doo Voodoo, we decided, might be ok.

Next time I go to New Orleans, I'm hittin' Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo to see if Doo-Doo Voodoo exists. You'd better stay on my good side just in case it does. :)