We are a witch. I say 'We are' because there are four of us in this one body. Although, technically, only two of us are proper witches: myself, Inexplicable DeVice, and my SubConscious. The other two are witches by proxy: The Host (who shall remain nameless due to the nature of his work) who supplies his body for interaction in the physical world, and his SubConscious - a stubborn and contrary piece of work if ever I shared a body with one. Together, we are a formidable foe with various collectable accessories (All sold seperately. Contents and colour may vary. Not suitable for children under the age of 3. No, 5. Actually, make that 8. Oh sod it, 16. And that's my final offer). Now bugger off. I'm busy!
9 comments:
Ooooh... I feel all gooey now...
But in a nice way...
Mop up after yourself, would you Princess?
What a load of old rubbish.
Princess: Oh, good. We wouldn't want you to suffer from gooey nightmares.
MJ, be a dear and hand Princess this.
* proffers wads of kitchen roll *
Your Highness: Yes, I suppose there is a lack of polka dots.
Perhaps this will be more suitable?
That’s more like it.
Very nice.
TTriFFFiC
Siobhan is plainly barking mad. Thats all I have to say
Your Royal Dottyness . Has Mr IVD shown you his warty wand , its spotty appearance would complement whatever your wearing
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