((A/N: Reviewers. Okay, so I only had one new reviewer, but that's ok.
Hehe.
UnCoNtRoLaBle: Yes, a whale dick is called a dork.at least that's what I've
heard from all my insane friends with their stupid "dork" jokes *sigh* and
I just made one about Voldie, it's kind of retarded, well, I mean, all of
these are, but yeah. Eheh. ^_^ and I DID read one of your stories (I'll
read the other one later, though. I'm just busy for the rest of the day.)
and left a review. Yay.))
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Harry walks into the Great Hall, donning a bra and a teeeeeeny tiny mini
skirt.
He begins to sing loudly.
"WE ARE BEAUTIFUUUUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAAAAY"
Hermione and Ron stare at him.
They blink.
They stare.
"How does that bra stay on him, anyway?" asks Ron.
"It's either underwire or man-boobs." said Hermione.
They eat their dinner.
And they are happy.
THE END
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((A/N: Those lyric things are from Christina Aguilera's song "Beautiful"
for those of you who don't know already, aka: no one. I just eck. I don't
like that song, sorry. But her other songs are cool.yeh. Just not that
one.it's ok the first time you listen to it but then it just gets
boring.you know? Yea. Kay.))