She turned the faded parchment of the ancient wiccan text.


Mmm. Too passé


To obvious.



She licked her lips. Lit the black candle. Poured the final roiling tincture into the bubbling caldron. And with a wicked glint in her eye, muttered the final incantation.


Only kidding, possums–been too busy to play. But Gaz, you know what you can do with all that hair. Make yourself a wig, baldy!

And Dex. I like it!


7 thoughts on “Revenge

  1. ramon says:

    I have BDS.
    We all know what that stands for…(Yes, I am stirring the couldron. That’s what you wanted, right?)

  2. flutter says:

    Where’s the blood, the gore, the splattered organs?

    You’re just luring them into a false sense of security, aren’t you?

    Sneaky! 😉

  3. dolce says:

    Bad Dolce Syndrome?

    Ja, baby..stir stir!

    And by the way, Mica? Stalk me with niceness? Inviting me to drink beer in a skank pit at 9am in the morning to watch some ageing arsehole pontificate on the state of the nation? You’re not nice. You’re evil….

  4. dolce says:

    But Fluts, whatever could you mean?

  5. garym says:

    but I don’t waste my hormones growing hair.

    Anyway, I have a better plan. I am going to tattoo little rabbits all over my head. From a distance they look like hares.

  6. cyangel says:

    Just thought I’d mention it so if you need any help…….

    The world is but a stage and all the people merely players

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