Part 1- Randomly Random Random-ness
Ron ran into the Great Hall one morning, waving his arms and screaming like a
two-year-old girl being attacked by a rabid gorilla. "MY COLON! MY COLON!" he
screamed. "THE PAIN! THE HORROR!! THE TUMOR!!!!" He quickly ran around all 5
tables, randomly slapping Snape on the head as he came by. Then, when he was
beet red and couldn't run anymore, he sat down next to Harry and Hermione
at the Gryffindor table.
"Guys, you won't believe this… I'VE GOT COLON CANCER!!" "Um… Ron… you just
ran around like a retard for 10 minutes screaming 'my colon'… it wasn't
that hard to figure out why." Hermione said, slightly disgusted by the
thought of Ron's colon. "But… but… but I love my colon! It's the best
colon in the world!" Harry gave a sort of a donkey like snort. "Yeah,
like your colon is better than mine. That'll be the day."
"SHUT UP YOU UNCLE FUCKER!" Ron yelled. "Uncle Fucker? Where?" Dumbledore
yelled frantically. Now it was his turn to run. He ran around each of the
tables singing the "Uncle Fucker" song, then made a mad dash for his office.
When he stepped onto the escalator thingie, the singing echoed through the
whole school.
Faint cries of "Shut your fucking face, Uncle Fucker…" could be heard
hundreds of feet away. The first years looked on the verge of tears.
"Great, Ronnie Fuck-Face! Look what you did!!" Hermione shouted, pointing
at a group of catty first year bitches crying hysterically. "Oh yeah, like
that was my fault! Did you see me running around like an ass screaming 'Shut
your Fucking Face Uncle Fucker?' "
"Oh yeah, Mr. MY COLON! THE TUMOR! OH THE AGONY!! MY ASS MY ASS! Like that
was any better!" "SHUT UP DILHOLE!" Ron screamed at Hermione, sending
Professor McGonagall into fits of hysterics for no reason at all.
Ron ran into the Great Hall one morning, waving his arms and screaming like a
two-year-old girl being attacked by a rabid gorilla. "MY COLON! MY COLON!" he
screamed. "THE PAIN! THE HORROR!! THE TUMOR!!!!" He quickly ran around all 5
tables, randomly slapping Snape on the head as he came by. Then, when he was
beet red and couldn't run anymore, he sat down next to Harry and Hermione
at the Gryffindor table.
"Guys, you won't believe this… I'VE GOT COLON CANCER!!" "Um… Ron… you just
ran around like a retard for 10 minutes screaming 'my colon'… it wasn't
that hard to figure out why." Hermione said, slightly disgusted by the
thought of Ron's colon. "But… but… but I love my colon! It's the best
colon in the world!" Harry gave a sort of a donkey like snort. "Yeah,
like your colon is better than mine. That'll be the day."
"SHUT UP YOU UNCLE FUCKER!" Ron yelled. "Uncle Fucker? Where?" Dumbledore
yelled frantically. Now it was his turn to run. He ran around each of the
tables singing the "Uncle Fucker" song, then made a mad dash for his office.
When he stepped onto the escalator thingie, the singing echoed through the
whole school.
Faint cries of "Shut your fucking face, Uncle Fucker…" could be heard
hundreds of feet away. The first years looked on the verge of tears.
"Great, Ronnie Fuck-Face! Look what you did!!" Hermione shouted, pointing
at a group of catty first year bitches crying hysterically. "Oh yeah, like
that was my fault! Did you see me running around like an ass screaming 'Shut
your Fucking Face Uncle Fucker?' "
"Oh yeah, Mr. MY COLON! THE TUMOR! OH THE AGONY!! MY ASS MY ASS! Like that
was any better!" "SHUT UP DILHOLE!" Ron screamed at Hermione, sending
Professor McGonagall into fits of hysterics for no reason at all.