You might be practicing Bubba Wicca if …
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(Do Not Try Any of these At Home, Only Jokes)
Ancient Spell to Kill a Beast
1. Get a spear.
2. Aim the spear.
3..Throw the spear.
4. Repeat until the beast is dead.
Spell to Make Money
1. Put on some tight attractive clothing.
2. Go to a busy street corner.
3. Dance as well as you can for passing cars and pedestrians.
Spell to Get Measles
1. Find someone who has measles.
2. Lick them.
Spell to Turn Day Into Night
1. Stand facing a large tree or wall.
2. Close eyes tightly. Keeping eyes closed, run straight ahead as fast as you can.
Spell to Turn Night Into Day
1. Lay down when it is nighttime.
2. Close your eyes.
3. Wait 8 hours.
4. Open your eyes.
Spell to Breathe Under-Water
1. Attach concrete block to your feet.
2. Jump into water.
3. Breathe normally and sing the tune to “Flipper”.
4. Takes about 5 minutes for lungs to adjust.
Spell to Commune With Pink Elephants
1. Pour glass of vodka or alcoholic drink of choice.
2. Drink.
3. Repeat steps 1-2.
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Since there has been reports of unsafe hex going on over the last few years resulting in the loss of several viable members within the community it has been brought to my attention that there is the need to present safety tips for those of us who dare to venture beyond our own “safe” houses. These experiences have been very well documented and put up on the silver screen for all to see. For those of you who have not paid attention to the documentation, this is the official Halloween Public Service Announcement.Take note, so each and every one of you all can have an enjoyable Holiday.
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So far today, Goddess, I’ve done all right. I haven’t gossiped, haven’t lost my temper, haven’t been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish or overindulgent. I’m really glad about that.
But in a few minutes, I’m going to get out of bed, and from then on I’m probably going to need a lot more help!
Snow and sleet won’t bother me With my plastic Christmas tree Spreading season’s tidings to my friends. Christmas is so neat and clean, For it’s polyethylene and Folds compactly when the season ends.
Deck the halls with yards of rayon, And the snow and sleet is spray-on — Just protect it all from open flame. But from all the pretty misses I collect synthetic kisses. Isn’t plastic mistletoe real lame?
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| As I let go of my feelings of guilt, I can get in touch with my Inner Sociopath.
I have the power to channel my imagination into ever-soaring levels of suspicion and paranoia. As I learn to trust the universe, I no longer need to carry a gun. I assume full responsibility for my actions, except the ones that are someone else’s fault. I no longer need to punish, deceive or compromise myself. Unless, of course, I want to stay employed. In some cultures, what I do would be considered normal. Having control over myself is nearly as good as having control over others. My intuition nearly makes up for my lack of good judgment. I can change any thought that hurts into a reality that hurts even more. I honor my personality flaws, for without them I would have no personality at all. Joan of Arc heard voices, too. I am grateful that I am not as judgmental as all those censorious, self-righteous people around me. I need not suffer in silence while I can still moan, whimper and complain. As I learn the innermost secrets of the people around me, they reward me in many ways to keep me quiet. When someone hurts me, forgiveness is cheaper than a lawsuit. But not nearly as gratifying. The first step is to say nice things about myself. The second, to do nice things for myself. The third, to find someone to buy me nice things. All of me is beautiful and valuable, even the ugly, stupid, and disgusting parts. I am at one with my duality. Blessed are the flexible, for they can tie themselves into knots. Rather than curse the darkness, I could light a candle… with a little luck, I could torch the place. I will strive to live each day as if it were my 30th birthday. Only a lack of imagination saves me from immobilizing myself with imaginary fears. Does my quiet self-pity get to me? Yes? Or should I move up to incessant nagging? I honor and express all facets of my being, regardless of state and local laws. Today I will gladly share my experience and advice, for there are no sweeter words than “I told you so.” False hope is nicer than no hope at all. A good scapegoat is nearly as welcome as a solution to the problem. Just for today, I will not sit in my living room all day watching TV. Instead I will move my TV into the bedroom. Who can I blame for my own problems? Give me just a minute…I’ll find someone. Why should I waste my time reliving the past when I can spend it worrying about the future? The complete lack of evidence is the surest sign that the conspiracy is working. I am learning that criticism is not nearly as effective as sabotage. Becoming aware of my character defects leads me to the next step– blaming my parents. To understand all is to fear all. I will be accepting and kind, and learn to love televangelists.
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| A clergyman, walking down a country lane, sees a young farmer struggling to load hay back onto a cart after it had fallen off.”You look hot, my son,” said the cleric. “Why don’t you rest a moment, and I’ll give you a hand.”
“No thanks,” said the young man. “My father wouldn’t like it.” “Don’t be silly,” the minister said. “Everyone is entitled to a break. Come and have a drink of water.” Again the young man protested that his father would be upset. Losing his patience, the clergyman said, “Your father must be a real slave driver. Tell me where I can find him and I’ll give him a piece of my mind!” “Well,” replied the young farmer, “he’s under the load of hay.”
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How Not To Get Invited Back To A Circle
— concept by Azriel LittleHawk, with edits and ammendments by Turok and contributors
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Griselda goes to see a fortune teller, who tells her “Two men are madly in love with me!”
Grizelda asks “Who will be the lucky one?”
The fortune teller answers “Morris will marry you, and Irving will be the lucky one.”
Fortune teller One: “Lovely weather we’re having.”
Fortune teller Two: “Yes, it reminds me of the summer of 2016.”
Paul was ambling through a crowded street fair when he decided to stop and sit at a Palm Reader’s table.
Said the mysterious old woman, “For fifteen dollars, I can read your love line and tell your romantic future.”
Paul readily agreed and the reader took one look at his open palm and said, “I can see that you have no girlfriend.”
“That’s true,” said Paul.
“Oh my goodness, you are extremely lonely, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Paul shamefully admitted. “That’s amazing. Can you tell all of this from my love line?”
“Love line? No, from the calluses.”
Why did the witch give up fortune telling?
There was no future in it.
“Five dollars for one question!” said the woman to the fortune teller.
“That’s very expensive, isn’t it?”
“Next!”