"Create,add,read.Only 3 leafs of weed.I bind

"Create,add,read.Only 3 leafs of weed.I bind my spell to work.On the pot I place the lid."Saying these words,Angela sealed an incantation that would (or so she believed) bring her

massive amount of coke rewards points so she could get an awesome salad spinner with "free shipping!" She was a Wiccan Vegan so she hoped this spell would work because

her last spell went bad on her. It brought washed up dead fish from the lake rather than summoning the robins to help her gather berries. Spells can be tricky when used by

liberals. She swatted a fairy out of the air and stole its pixie dust. She peppered all the dead fish on the shore with it. They grew legs and decided to help her pick berries!

The legged fish went marching ten by seven, hurrah, hurrah, but unfortunately she had peppered some piranhas with the pixie dust. This posed a problem of profound proportions.

Everyone started to sneeze from pixie dust. It smelled like Limberger cheese and my grandfather had a craving for it. He looked for the invisible cheese, relentlessly whilst the

young ones were eyeing each other, laughing, and pretending they really were learning to fly. Grandfather gave up and decided to rest his head on his shoulder again. What a mess

he had gotten himself into. He just wanted to go to bingo night, yet here he was teaching a bunch of love struck teens how to fly. Grandfather sighed. The teens were now smooching

, using his cane, walked over to the hang glider. In one smooth motion, he chugged the entirety of his flask and jumped off the edge of the cliff. "YOLO!!!" he screamed.