Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Magic Shake-Ball

Dear Magic Shake-Ball:

My grumpy old neighbor swore at my seven-year-old son for playing ball in our own back yard. I would like to vandalize her home in return. Too extreme?


"And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies."

(Midsummer Night's Dream 2.1. 257-58)


Oh my God, Magic Shake-Ball. I love you so much it hurts. Like love love. I knew you'd be on my side. Now I just have to figure out where I can get some magic "make someone fall in love with an ass" juice.

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