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!
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Oh, this is one of those 'I've ACTUALLY got a life' posts, then?
RUDE.
If 'I've ACTUALLY got a life' = snowed under with housework and gardening, then yes. Yes it is!
Tim: May I remind you that baking gayer cakes is time consuming?
My, my!
I am miss desperate laundrette housewife today. Maybe I should attempt baking sometime
MJ - Good point, he's probably got his pinny in a twist. Will he be sharing this latest batch of gayer cakes though?
WV: mirembra - isn't this what Spock said to Dr. McCoy when he transferred his katra in Star Trek II?
Off to play World of Warcraft?
See you in Azeroth!
Bake me a cup-cake, I'll be back for breakfast!
Sx
Well?
I've got the bubbly ready. Where's the cup cake?
Me too Roses! The Tattinger is on ice
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