How cold do you think a witch's tit actually is? I mean, if you think about it, she's got all those cumbersome black robes on and is constantly standing over that big iron cauldron just stirring away... I don't think that bitch's witch tits are very cold at all. Maybe when she's flying through the air on her broom and whatnot (drafty little ride), but otherwise I suspect those lil nips are quite warm. The cliche should be changed, probably, to "GREEN as a witch's tit". Because, I know you'll all agree, that's far more interesting to imagine.
My tangentially obscured point is that I'm here at work freezing my ass (which is not green) off and wishing I had a big iron cauldron by which to warm myself (and/or cook up spells). I love winter coats and stripey scarves as much as the next girl, but I hate being cold. It's like, how the hell am I supposed to amuse people with my irreverant myspace blog if my fingers are too icy to type? skjhuiebc. And speaking of witch tits, it takes a lot more effort to pick a bra when your office is eighty-twelve degrees below zero.
I'm just saying, the witch? She doesn't have it so bad. Walk a mile, witchy pants, walk a mile.
(EDIT: Hahaha, you should so try saying "bitch's witch tits" ten times fast...)
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