What's up jive* turkeys? You slim slammin' slang a langa ding dongs ready for this one? Its a spin on the demonic possession tip with some southern fried hospitality. You dig*?
A minister and teacher attends a farewell picnic thrown by his students, farewell because he's leaving for Nigeria and he has expertise in the area of ancient African civilizations and farewell because he may not make it back alive. He gets hip to the tip* from the Nigerian government, claiming that they've uncovered an ancient tomb of a demon god of sexuality. After his farewell tour, he flies out, enters the tomb and unwittingly let's out the spirit of the demon.
Naturally, the demon makes it back into town where it takes up residence inside his daughter-in-law who's a marriage counselor at the church. She starts going all ziggerboo* and her husband has a hard time figuring out what's going on (nevermind the deep man voice, the random fuck me fuck me's the bitch starts blathering, AND the fact that the entire family is involved with the church). In fact, it takes about 45 minutes in or so before demonic possession is even uttered.
What we get with the demonic inhabitation is a woman who's extremely sexual and wants to jump the bones of everyone but her husband. In fact, the husband enters the bedroom one night, feeling frisky and quoting a King Solomon verse from the Bible (that's a sure fire way to get a fine dinner* wet in the panties!) and the demonic spirited version of his wife comes out, gives him a big ol' 'fuck you mutha fucka' and kicks him squarely in the man parts. Demonically possessed indeed!
If that wasn't enough, she escapes the confines of the house (he's trying to keep her at home until his pops gets back from Africa) and patrons local nightclubs, getting absolutely shit plowed and bumping nasty bits with any dude in the bar thats willing. Dad finally gets home and meets up with his son and another family member, scour the city, and find her at an area frolic pad* where they perform a ritualistic exorcism.
Starring Blacula himself as the father/minister/teacher, Abby should have been called The Blaxoricst. Shiiiiiit, if you are going to be the real killer-diller* at least go all the way. You feel me? Highly recommended.
*Words/phrases marked with an asterisk come courtesy of the Cab Calloway Jive Dictionary.
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