I had to post these pictures although m- con-ect—n to the int-rwe-ve is a b-t ropey t-d-y.
I was su-f-in- an- when I G-og-ed ‘p-r- s—rs of yest-ry–r’ I cam- up wi-h this!!__!

and the- I fou-d this!-!!!-



  1. Anonymous
    Posted March 29, 2008 at 9:23 pm | Permalink

    I am so sorry. I knew I shouldn't spell and run. I owe 70s an apology, for if I'd not made the mistake of using 1 T. of those powdered bull testicles instead of the 1 tsp. it was supposed to be, this might not have happened.
    I honestly don't know how it happened, but I do know that as soon as I'm well again, I'm hauling out the cauldron and doing that one that calls for one dried fairy ovary ground with an equal part aged rose oil in the fraccy mortar and pestle. I'm sure that will balance things out and make the world right again so 70s privates can once again be private.
    The things we witches have to do.

  2. Anonymous
    Posted March 29, 2008 at 11:29 pm | Permalink

    Fraccy – I never thought I'd say this ……… but I miss you. Concentrate on getting well first and then start weaving your virtual spells. *hugs*
    I feel sorry for the fairy with the 'one dried ovary' though – he or she might be quite attached to it.

  3. Anonymous
    Posted March 30, 2008 at 2:22 am | Permalink

    Hot potato poetry, me liky 🙂

  4. Anonymous
    Posted March 30, 2008 at 3:04 am | Permalink

    Morning ………

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