It was a fine Saturday morning and she is

It was a fine Saturday morning and she is having a nice cup of coffee. Suddenly the phone rang

as she hurriedly put the book down she knocked over her coffee into mr. smythe's lap! Poor Mr. smythe! Always the recipient of some sort of bad luck be it a bee sting, or papercut

or hot McDonald's coffee. But that was all about to change. Mr Smythe bought a magic charm from a Voodoo priest, who said it would reverse his luck. But as is true with magic

jack it

off. He placed his jacket on the coat hanger by the door, and let out an exasperated sigh. He slumped on the couch, turned on the TV, and flicked the channel to

some cooking channel. Didn't work. Made him reconcile himself with childhood memories but anxious. He did not know why but

ter had become so popular again. Because of this, butter had risen 30% in the last 6 weeks. He could no longer put butter in hi coffee or on his

burned skin as an emollient. The pain was excruciating, plus he really missed his hi-coffee, which was a special recipe he had hoped to sell to Starbucks. Now, butter cost so much

butt cheeks fissured. Once I had also contracted priapism of the nipples, I began to question my choice of beverage. I made the switch to decaf and lived an awkward but happy life.