Well, then, so much for the 100% discretion and the 100% success.
What a dreadful world we live in when one simply can’t find a trustworthy witchdoctor these days, eh? Sad, really.
He can’t be completely dim, though, 'cos he seems to have guessed that his girlfriend is going to dump him, the only question being whether for being a pervert or for being an idiot. There’s always option “C” - both.
That’ll teach him to leave little Tiggywinkles alone. And the lesson (lesion?) today, friends, is to avoid urchins when you’ve got the urge.
I told the witch doctor I was in love with you
I told the witch doctor I was in love with you
And then the witch doctor, he told me what to do
He said that …
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The problem was he went to a witchdoctor that took only half measures to help him. He needed a porcupine, not a tiny hedgehog.
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