This story was published on 01-27-07. This has been posted on New Year's Eve. As of tomorrow it will have been about 3 years since this has been published. Yet what intrigues me is how now and again I still get reviews. In fact, I even got flamed for a 2 year old story that I wrote in about 15 minutes and was probably lying at page 157 in the fanfiction archives. Anyways I really have no clue what's going on but I'm guessing that if I post this, it should insure me reviews for the next 3 years as well. Now I could just leave it here, but fanfiction doesn't allow that. So I'm going to draw inspiration from the south park episode I watched yesterday and write something else, 3 years later. And if it looks like it was written in more than 15 minutes, you can sue me!

(Exiting a recording studio)

John Lennon: Well I'm glad we got our 28th album recorded just in time

Paul McCartney: Yeah despite your constant hippy whining.

John Lennon: Oh haha fat boy.

George Harrison: Well wanna get lunch? I know this great Mexican place.

Paul McCartney: No way, Mexican food is for illegal immigrants.

John Lennon: Nobody cares about your racial prejudice Paul. We're having Mexican whether you like it or not.

Paul McCartney: Well screw you guys, I'm going home.

George Harrison: Ah we don't need him. Always messing our stuff up with his dumb songs about race wars, come on, the place is just across this street.

(As they are crossing the road, Ringo gets run over)

George Harrison: Oh my god! They killed Ringo!
John Lennon: You bastards!
George Harrison: Can we actually say that in a K+ fic?

John Lennon: Ah who cares it's almost over

George Harrison: Great

Hmm that didn't go right, let's try again.

Harry: Despite that fact that I've saved the world 3 times, I still get a B- in History of Magic.

Ron: You don't care do you?
Harry: Nope.

Hermione: Yeah, I only got an A+.

Harry: You really think it's unfair you got an A+?

Hermione: Well yes.

Harry: So what would you want instead of an A+.

Hermione: ...I don't know

Harry: Exactly.

Ron: Indeed.

Harry: Yes.

Ron: Yes.

Harry: Yep.

Ron: Yeah.

Hermione: So wanna go outside by the lake?

Towelie: Lakes can be wet. Always keep a towel to keep dry. That's why Towelie says, don't forget to bring a towel.

.........

Harry: What?

Towelie: Don't you need a towel?

Harry: ...no...

Towelie: Oh...

...............

Towelie: You wanna get high?

Harry: No thanks.

Towelie: Well I'm just going to light one up.

(Lights one up)

Towelie: That's it. Won't you take me to funky town yeah.

Hermione: Does anyone have any idea what's going on.

Harry: Nope.

Ron: Not a clue.

Towelie: Man I'm so high right now. I can see the air.

Hermione: Is that really appropriate in this fic?

Harry: We'll never know. We'll never know.

If you were offended by this fic, please contact 1800-3253686237 and remember the code word: Alabama. After saying this please wait for 5 minutes without hanging up, after you will be sent a package containing your own personal smart towel. It can beat an average human in chess and knows just how dry you need to get.

Note: Any attempts of mass homicide, brainwashing, kidnapping or general attempts of world domination are purely coincidental and TY corporations takes responsibility for any negative outcome.

Harry: I thought this was over.

Ron: Man,

Hermione: I really don't know what this is about, but does anyone else feel drained of energy and life?

Ron: What?

Hermione: The whole atmosphere seems all depressing, like a dark ocean or something.

Towelie: The Ocean can get really wet, remember to bring a towel.

Harry: You're still here?

Towelie: Yeah

.................

Towelie: You wanna get high?

Harry: You know what, you suck,

Towelie: Man I'm so baked I've got no idea what you said.

Ron: Indeed.

Harry: Indeed.

Towelie: I bet you didn't notice that number above is 1800-FAKENUMBER right?

Ron: Nope.

Harry: We didn't.

Towelie: Yay