Today I am thankful for saltpeter.
I understand that pop star Kesha sued her rapist.
A judge forced her to work with her perpetrator for six more years because she signed a contract.
http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/music/kesha-sobs-judge-denies-sony-records-injunction-request-article-1.2537490?cid=bitly
I'm not a big fan. I have no clue what she sings.
I'm just a former victim's advocate in a bad mood.
I was raped at 17.
Judges consistently make me tolerate stalkers and rapists and other creepy men (and their families).
I'll do Kesha a solid.
I'll curse her rapist so he can never do that to another woman again.
Maybe I get my coven to join me.
Dr. Luke.....screw you....
Be mindful what you do to the sisterhood.
I hope it shrivels off.
Have fun trying to get it to inflate.
Edit: I'll throw in a freebie spell. It's super easy.
It's voodoo. It's said to cause impotence and in rare cases urinary tract infections in males.
Here is what you do....
Get the person's real name and birthday. For instance,
Lukasz Sebastian Gottwald
September 26, 1973
If you don't have a real name and birthdate, a picture will suffice.
Witches love Wikipedia.
Get yourself a sour pickle. Something in the shape of a phallus. I like sour pickles because the vinegar will sour the rapist's life.
Cut a slit in the pickle. Stuff the rapist's name and picture in the pickle. Sew it up with black thread if you are so inclined.
I'm lazy. I'd wrap it in aluminum foil with the shiny side towards the pickle to act as a mirror reflecting all the sour, bittery badness back to the representation of the rapist's penis.
I'd probably mutter curses while doing my work. Scratch that....I'd probably just laugh maniacally.
Then I'd freeze the holy hell out of it. The next time I make it to the top of a mountain where the snow never melts, I'd bury it there.....out of sight and out of mind never to be found again....unless global warming is real and some future generation wants to know who the hell Lukasz Gottwald was and what the hell his doctorate meant (probably nothing....it is probably worth less than one we can buy at a clown college.)
They won't care. His fame is fleeting.
He's a jackass. Men like that rarely change the world. They only get attention by acting like spoiled brats. True talent doesn't need to rape. True talent gets sex freely.
Me? I don't do that particular spell. I have another I'd prefer to cast.
It's called jail. I only cast spells when the police won't help and the wife won't take action.
I called my rapist's wife. That took care of him. There are no demons as evil as a pissed off woman with a shark of a lawyer.
I nearly did this to Steve when his girlfriend called me to tell me that he was seeing her behind my back. Then, I realized she'd be going through hell of her own and that he will probably catch something so disgusting that will make it fall off, so I didn't waste the aluminum foil.
You know, if some rapist idiot lets Kesha out of her contract, I'll tell him how to protect himself from any curse any bitchy witchy may cast.
That's just me.
Have fun!
Maybe someday I'll teach you the Jezebel Curse. That was fun. I cast that spell back in 2008 against a certain city. They've never been able to break that spell.
They can. They just have to tell the truth......
and stop fining employees illegally.
Wishing you the best,
S.
I understand that pop star Kesha sued her rapist.
A judge forced her to work with her perpetrator for six more years because she signed a contract.
http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/music/kesha-sobs-judge-denies-sony-records-injunction-request-article-1.2537490?cid=bitly
I'm not a big fan. I have no clue what she sings.
I'm just a former victim's advocate in a bad mood.
I was raped at 17.
Judges consistently make me tolerate stalkers and rapists and other creepy men (and their families).
I'll do Kesha a solid.
I'll curse her rapist so he can never do that to another woman again.
Maybe I get my coven to join me.
Dr. Luke.....screw you....
Be mindful what you do to the sisterhood.
I hope it shrivels off.
Have fun trying to get it to inflate.
Edit: I'll throw in a freebie spell. It's super easy.
It's voodoo. It's said to cause impotence and in rare cases urinary tract infections in males.
Here is what you do....
Get the person's real name and birthday. For instance,
Lukasz Sebastian Gottwald
September 26, 1973
If you don't have a real name and birthdate, a picture will suffice.
Witches love Wikipedia.
Get yourself a sour pickle. Something in the shape of a phallus. I like sour pickles because the vinegar will sour the rapist's life.
Cut a slit in the pickle. Stuff the rapist's name and picture in the pickle. Sew it up with black thread if you are so inclined.
I'm lazy. I'd wrap it in aluminum foil with the shiny side towards the pickle to act as a mirror reflecting all the sour, bittery badness back to the representation of the rapist's penis.
I'd probably mutter curses while doing my work. Scratch that....I'd probably just laugh maniacally.
Then I'd freeze the holy hell out of it. The next time I make it to the top of a mountain where the snow never melts, I'd bury it there.....out of sight and out of mind never to be found again....unless global warming is real and some future generation wants to know who the hell Lukasz Gottwald was and what the hell his doctorate meant (probably nothing....it is probably worth less than one we can buy at a clown college.)
They won't care. His fame is fleeting.
He's a jackass. Men like that rarely change the world. They only get attention by acting like spoiled brats. True talent doesn't need to rape. True talent gets sex freely.
Me? I don't do that particular spell. I have another I'd prefer to cast.
It's called jail. I only cast spells when the police won't help and the wife won't take action.
I called my rapist's wife. That took care of him. There are no demons as evil as a pissed off woman with a shark of a lawyer.
I nearly did this to Steve when his girlfriend called me to tell me that he was seeing her behind my back. Then, I realized she'd be going through hell of her own and that he will probably catch something so disgusting that will make it fall off, so I didn't waste the aluminum foil.
You know, if some rapist idiot lets Kesha out of her contract, I'll tell him how to protect himself from any curse any bitchy witchy may cast.
That's just me.
Have fun!
Maybe someday I'll teach you the Jezebel Curse. That was fun. I cast that spell back in 2008 against a certain city. They've never been able to break that spell.
They can. They just have to tell the truth......
and stop fining employees illegally.
Wishing you the best,
S.