I would.
Typing is pretty easy.
See, look.
In 1982 the great demon Mandrkak came to Alabama. While there he partook of many great meals of cornbread, BBQ, and Bud lite. After finishing his banquet of Alabama's finest, he traveled to the devil's crossing to entice men. After driving 4 hours in a Mercury, he finally arrived at the crossing. He pulled out his triple neck bass and began to play. People came from far and wide to see the demon play his heavy beats. One man in particular was very impressed with the demon and offered to trade the demon the life of his wife for the bass and his skills. The demon agreed knowing that the murder of the woman would damn the man. But little did the demon know that the woman was a Mormon and instead of murdering the woman, she married the demon. The demon was now in an open marriage with Fat Betty of Neshoba county. Betty Hoba they would call her. The man left town with his new won skills and bass and the demon was stuck in Desoto with ole Fat Betty.
See how easy that was? And I don't believe a word of it.

