A long time ago, two young people fell in

Flummoxed, "The wedding is next month and NOW I find out you are a witch?" She removed the curse from the girl and then patted his hand. "Well, it never came up in conversation."

That's when he knew their marriage was doomed. Being married to a witch is worse than being in a co-dependent alcoholic relationship. For one thing the ceaseless cackling

can become very aggravating. Worse than sitting next to someone eating cereal. Plus, there was his bro-in-law who'd been turned into a toad. He decided to cash out and move to Mexi

slovakia where his ex-girlfriend couldn't find him, the wizards were respectful of body mass in their transformations, and there weren't too many tourists. Unfortunately

though, on this occasion, something went dreadfully wrong. He arrived with the ears of a pig, making him terribly inconspicuous. He had to find a hat immediately, and walking

around being inconspicous was the last thing he wanted. No, he wanted to stand out and, well, mere pig ears were just not going to do it. He changed into a silver unitard and began

doing the Macarena. Still nothing. The crowd of bored hipsters just stared at him and looked unimpressed. " I hoped it wouldn't come to this..." He muttered, as he proceeded to

recuff his skinny jeans. As the Electric Slide started, the bored hipster were ready to bolt, until FiFi knew what to do. She whipped off her purple RayBans, and went running

on all fours, jumping to sink her poodle teeth into the hipsters' throat. This was a bold move for hellhounds everywhere! Fifi was given a full commendation to the school of dance.