"Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn

"Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble." These words I chanted as I stirred the cauldron filled with a green, bubbling & delicious smelling potion. It was

time to scoop out my Geno doll with the ladle. "Greetings, friend," I said. "Welcome to the realm of the living." I was so happy to have a degree in witchcraft from ITT Tech. Geno

was a chubby Italian guy from up the block. Geno owned a pizzeria but also dabbled in witchcraft at night. Not the white kind either, but dark, soul melting magic.

He made black magic pizzas & sang "when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that's amore", but it wasn't amore Geno was baking into his pizzas, it was

amare. Amare Stoudemire had failed to hit a layup at the buzzer in Game 7 of the Finals and the NY Mob had lost millions. He was now being cooked into Geno's black magic pizzas, th

e kind that used to taste good before the mafia started using human meat. "We hate the new recipe," people complained. The mafia doesn't understand. Mistakes happen. Killing doesnt

change anything. Then the mafia had a moment of quiet reflection which they often did away from the public. They realized their stupidity and went back to their old school ways

of employing Italian mamas in vast numbers to create enormous amounts of pasta sauce. Soon the market was flooded with Mafia mamas pasta sauce

that meant the Big Gambino was pissed...and you definitely do not want to piss him off. So, if you think you're gettin' any spaghetti tonight, you better SHUDDUP & FUGGETABOUTIT.