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witchy was so busy mixing up a fresh batch of Love Potion #9 that she mistakenly substituted eye of Newt for eye of Newt Gingrich, and ended up with a batch of tea so she decided to throw a party.

All of the players came including a hulking grizzly who wore red lipstick, with her children in tow.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Mrs. Grizzly, but this is a grown-up tea party and I'm afraid that children aren't welcome".

The grizzly tore Witchy's head off and the last thing she heard before expiring was the bear muttering something about "messing with her kids".

Witchy forgot to sand and wax her broom before taking it for a spin. As a result, she ended up with a splinter in her bum. It turned septic, and she eventually died, but not before swelling up bigger than a watermelon.

Witchy followed Mac's mac & cheese recipe to the letter. She made a beautiful béchamel, lovingly folded in giant handfulls of freshly grated cheese, and cooked the penne just right. She was a bit skeptical about the two tablespoons of arsenic the recipe called for, but she put it in anyway. And when she pulled that beautiful casserole out of the oven, all golden brown on top and gooey in the center, Witchy was well chuffed. All of her Thanksgiving guests enjoyed it tremendously, and many even had seconds. Then only bad part was that it went so fast, Witchy didn't have a chance to eat any of it herself.

Which turned out to not be that big a deal, because when all of her guests died from arsenic poisoning, Witchy was quickly arrested, tried for mass murder, sentenced to death, and executed by lethal injection. The State of Missouri pumped her veins full of molten cheese, and sprinkled breadcrumbs and parsley on her head before they buried her in the convict's cemetery behind the Death House.

Complete with his safari drab, Mac set out for the plains of South Africa to view the local wildlife in its natural habitat. He had come armed thanks to a generous local who had given him an elephant gun to ward off whatever danger he came upon. He felt he wouldn't need it, however. His Jeep seemed fortified like a tank, capable of withstanding a rhino charge. Besides, he wasn't one for violence.
After a lengthy drive through the lowlands, he parked his Jeep on a small ridge overlooking the vast plains. He could see Giraffe and antelope grazing in herds. Beautiful, he though, nature existing in harmony without the polution and corruption that comes with mankind.
He opened the car door and stepped onto the hot sand. The sun warmed his face and neck, lulling him into a sense of calmness. There were no dangers here. This was paradise.
His thoughts came to a grinding hault as he felt a stinging pain in his left ankle. A cape cobra slithered away into the nearby bushes. He gasped and latched on to the side of his vehicle, suddenly realizing what had just happened. He turned and tried to yank open the car door but found himself lacking the required strength. His vision twisted as he dropped to a knee. Sweat poured from his face and armpits. Without thinking his hand grasped the cellphone from his pocket. He tried to dial the number of a hospital to airlift him out of there but he couldn't focus on the numberpad. Trembling, he tried to lift himself and lean against the jeep to gather his thoughts and calm himself. The warm sun suddenly seemed incredibly hot, and the gentle breeze was now smothering him with hot air. He tried again to open the car door, this time almost succeeding if it weren't for the loud snort he heard to his right. Upon glancing he saw a full-grown white rhino, standing posed to crush him into his car. He did the first thing that came to his mind; he ran. Or at least tried to. The cobra's venom had killed most of the nerve endings in Mac's leg, causing numbness. As he awkwardly flailed about, the rhino charged and impaled it's snout horn through Mac's abdomin. With a shake, the Rhino freed Mac of his horn, and trotted off through the bushes. Lions came out of nowhere and began circling Mac's mangled but conscious body. He blacked out before they began their feast.

Bravo, I must say.

...from sheer boredom...

Or from a gangrenous infection resulting from an injury you received while attempting to burgle some hamburgers from Ronald McDonald. At least there will be a few less fat kids. Because they died of starvation. Sometimes that happens, it just skips right over making you skinny and kills you.

Taking advantage of a fresh snowfall our Miss Witchy decided that today would be ideal for making a snowman!

Donning her galoshes and best winter animal skins she walked out into the frigid winter air.

She spent hours rolling and sculpting a magnificent 'homme de neige' but alas, as soon as she placed upon his head, that old silk hat she found not only did he not begin to dance around, the weight from said hat caused her creation to collapse upon her and she died from hypothermia.

Bad Frosty. Bad, bad Frosty.

It was Miss Peacock in the library with the candlestick.

Tim Curry, in the basement, with his teeth.