Um. “Hey, sugar. How you an’ your momma been?” Fine, I guess. Mrs. Donna Jean, can I ask you a question? “Don’t s’pose I c’n stop you.” Why are you a witch? “Why ain’t you a warlock?” I will not accept that answer. “Only one you gettin’, sugar.” Figures. What’s Cher like? “She don’t weigh … Continue reading Gypsies, Tramps, And Mrs. Donna Jean