That Same Old Witchcraft

The Butcher hollers, “Are you upstairs practicing black magic again?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, if you’re going to be communing with dark spirits, can you conjure me up a winning lottery ticket?”

“I’m not sure.”

“B., don’t tell me you suck at being a witch, too.”

God, that boy makes me laugh.

5 thoughts on “That Same Old Witchcraft

  1. Yeah, on the one hand we’re fortunate to not have a crystal meth problem. On the other hand, dang, the Crystal Gayle problem around here is out of control!

  2. Well,it’s been a not-fun October with having to go to Georgia to get a brother out of jail and now mystery illness, which, damn it, had better not be a mystery after today!

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