It's Mo Monday!

While we're not big on wishing (if wishes worked the Hutt would be long gone) we know some people put great stock in wishes. Birthday candles, shooting stars, and especially wishing wells. It's this last one that we feel the need to warn you about. We have discovered that Mo is fond of lurking in wishing wells, waiting for some naive and distracted person to come strolling by. And then, while your eyes are closed and you formulate you fondest desire, -bam- he strikes and you find yourself less one hand.

No one wishes for that

It is our suggestion that you save your wishes for safer places.