All I was wearing was a flamboyant dress from the 1960s, one that looked like the kind that small girls put on their Barbie dolls while their brothers are watching cartoons with trashy plots.

I have to say, it looked stunning on me with its long, flowing lines and flattering hems.

My boobs looked like cupcakes waterskiing under a silky sea of inspirational magnificence.

They are my hot & heavy girls, they are the source of all my power.

And so, bracing against any nosebleeds, i set out for my witch hunt.

The first place to hunt witches would be in high school reunions.

I should know, because my high school prom was loaded with witches. I wish I knew how to hunt them back then. Now I'm ready, after having received thorough training as a witch-hunter. I know their weakness. My garlic grenades will tear them apart. "To the high school reunion!" I said to the taxi driver.

So off I headed in the Taxi. I stepped into the school cafeteria with the grenades in the pack on my back. The first people I saw was a couple who had picked on me rather badly, Fred & Wilma. Any doubt I had before was quicky shot dead, as there was simply no way that Wilma wasn't a witch.

I began to feel like a new person as I quietly slipped one of the grenades out of my pack. Goodbye King's High School class of 1992!