A/N: Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge: One drabble a day, at least fifty days, or until my imagination burns out. Drabbles are unrelated and may include slash, spoilers, AU, cross-overs, cross-dressing, or whatever the hell I want. Warnings will be in the A/N at the beginning of each chapter. If you skip the warnings and then complain about the content, I will laugh my ass off. Warning: stupidity, bad humor, and bad language.
Punch
"Do your tits hang low..do they wobble to and fro..can ya tie 'em in a knot..can ya tie 'em in a bow..does th' sunlight turn 'em yellow..does water make 'em grow..do your tits hang low.."
"I can't believe you're drunk. Get down." Harry buried his face in his hands as the guest of honor arrived.
"Sorry I'm late. I had a lot of paper..work..Harry?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"What the hell is my wife singing?"
"It's George's fault."
"She wasn't supposed to drink the whole punch bowl!"