Had you a day job
I’d advise you as a friend
not to give it up.
They should hire Phoebe onto one of “Confuse a Cat”’s sister teams, “Chew Out a Unicorn”.
You know how Ozy gets censored when he goes bald? Long have I pondered the notion of doing that simply by leaving the offending area unshaved.
As long as we’re talking forgetting spells, there’s a few movies that I’d like erased from my memory. Not all for the same reason.
Maybe the Nair wasn’t the curse. Maybe it was just really bad luck, and the curse was like “Oh, looks like someone beat me to it this year.”
The tic-tac-toe game is mathematically impossible. The Xs outnumber the Os by two.
Nothing says “insecure” like being robbed. Phoebe, get a ski mask.
You want to logician me about acronyms? G.O.D. Over Djinn.
“You sure that won’t eventually change?”
“Hold on, I’ll make a portal and check the future.”