It was a cold winter night where the air

Phil. The witch's potion which she called Phil, was named after a homeless man who had once been a Navy seal. What this potion would do is

it would change a person from being uncaring to a person who really cared about the lives of other people. Once taken, the potion would enable someone to

jump off the top of the Eiffel Tower and fly. Miroslav soared above the streets of Paris laughing & swearing at the anty people in Serbo Croat when the terrible talons of The Roc

gripped him tightly and sqeezed hard until his legs dropped off. Miroslavs torso was then dropped onto the tallest spire of Notre Dame cathedral. The spire impaled his ass but he

Managed to jump onto the Boulevard de la Madeleine. Traffic screeched to a halt so he could safely cross the road. After that he went to have coffee. He was tired and thirsty!

Road-crossing is more strenuous than one would think. He decided he needed something stronger, so the chicken walked into a bar & the bartender said, "Sorry. We don't serve poultry

!" (Rim shot.) "I'll sue you for refusal to contribute to the delinquency of farm fowl!" squawked the chicken between delirium tremens, "now pour me some Wild Turkey!" Just then

Uncle Tom, a domestic turkey and a very old friend of not just this hen but her mother and her grandmother and even her grandmother. "Now henny, I remember when I was good enough

to be on the President's Thanksgiving Table, in the White House, no other turkey in my family could make that claim, but then the First Lady called me Uncle Tom and I was pardoned!