I heard a slight rasping at my door the other morning so I got up to see what it was. I opened the door to what at first could only be a rather large prune. As the rather large prune spoke to me, I realized it was the old hag witch from down the street who lived at the Half Way House For Old Hag Witches. What do you want Old Hag Witch I said. She giggled and spun her blonde hair from a wig around her finger. I was wondering, her eyes like white raisins looked down to her feet, if per chance you would like to buy some Girl Scout Cookies from me, she replied. I stared at her for a moment, stunned. Are you kidding me, I said. You haven't been in the Girls Scouts for atleast three thousand years! Her little white raisins of eyes darted back up to me. What the ... she said. I damn you to a life of misery eating flies you toad! She cackled and raised a wrinkled finger with emaculate nails at me. As I was wondering where she got her nails done at, I heard a loud pop and some crackling and then a slight fizzy sound. My cheeks puffed out and I let out a loud croak, What the heck, I look I have the mumps! Oh dear, she said, kicking a pretend rock with her shoe, why can't I ever get that spell right. She giggled like a shy four year old girl, flipped her blonde hair from a wig off her shoulder and said, sorry, see you later, ok, bye bye.
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Saturday, January 28, 2012
Out Of All The Witches In The World, Mine Is Blonde
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