I am flabbergasted. I mean, like, oh my gawd! I, Lord of all the is Dark (Including Prada!) defeater of the Light and those cool Ikea couches that hey would not let me have for discount price…woah. Way off track!
Ehem. I, Lord Voldiewort (A/N Poor Voldie never learned how to spell his own name *tearful sigh*), has conquered…Iron Chef baby!
…no really. I did. That little flexible git (Harry Potter) finally gave me my birthday present!
He said he had gotten it from the income he was getting after the Voldie doll finally started getting some rep. All my homey's have one now. Sadly, I had to switch to Wednesday homey meetings, cause, like, my last homey's wouldn't buy them!
Can you believe the audacity?
Oh ho ho, Voldie has a big voabularity!
…that is how you spell it right? Harry said I've had some trouble with spelling…
Like whatevs! Voldie is back in business baby!
I've even made my own cookbook! It has like, ten recipes and a picture of a cute little kitten on the cover saying "Cook this you foolz!"
My life is complete.
Oh noes, I g2g! ttyl mah homey's!
FYI: Harry taught me some text lingo! Like zomg!
