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VOLDY'S SQUIRRELS 2:
"Don't blame me!"
"I blame you."
Luscious coughed. "Geeze Voldy, it's a squirrel for Christ's sake!"
"And you killed him!" Voldy cried. "Oh Mr. Giggles! WHHHHHY?!?!?"
"Sorry Voldy, I didn't know he was allergic to orange smarties." Voldy wept pathetically.
"You wish our places had been exchanged. Don't you? Mine and Mr. Giggles?" Mr. Wiggles spoke up.
"Yes. I do wish that." Voldemort whispered. "Well when I return," Mr. Wiggles said, eyes shining with tears, "Think better of me."
"Well that depends on the manner of your return."
Treebeard stroked his chin. "Hoom! Is it just me or is this conversation F-A-M-I-L-I-A-R?"
Luscious stared at him. "Why d'you do that?" Treebeard shrugged.
WHEELCHAIR FRIENDLY:
"WEEHEE!" Ron cried, pushing Harry as fast as he could down a corridor in his new wheelchair.
"MEH!" Harry yelled, as Ron knocked innocent people and viewers out of the way. "This school is not wheelchair friendly!"
"WEEHEE!"
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter!" Shouted an angry McGonagall. "What is going on? Why are you doing that?"
"Because the writers an idiot." Ron shrugged aimlessly.
"Oh," McGonagall said, "Well, carry on."
They carried on.
A LETTER TO SNAPE:
Dear Severus Snape,
I thank you for you application for Defence against the dark arts job once again, but am sorry to say the only other candidate got the job. He is a pigeon, called Mr. Pigeon and will be working along colleagues as yourself in September.
Signed, Albus Dumbledore.
Ps, you suck Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
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Lol! I crack myself up.......Hee hee!
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VOLDY'S SQUIRRELS 2:
"Don't blame me!"
"I blame you."
Luscious coughed. "Geeze Voldy, it's a squirrel for Christ's sake!"
"And you killed him!" Voldy cried. "Oh Mr. Giggles! WHHHHHY?!?!?"
"Sorry Voldy, I didn't know he was allergic to orange smarties." Voldy wept pathetically.
"You wish our places had been exchanged. Don't you? Mine and Mr. Giggles?" Mr. Wiggles spoke up.
"Yes. I do wish that." Voldemort whispered. "Well when I return," Mr. Wiggles said, eyes shining with tears, "Think better of me."
"Well that depends on the manner of your return."
Treebeard stroked his chin. "Hoom! Is it just me or is this conversation F-A-M-I-L-I-A-R?"
Luscious stared at him. "Why d'you do that?" Treebeard shrugged.
WHEELCHAIR FRIENDLY:
"WEEHEE!" Ron cried, pushing Harry as fast as he could down a corridor in his new wheelchair.
"MEH!" Harry yelled, as Ron knocked innocent people and viewers out of the way. "This school is not wheelchair friendly!"
"WEEHEE!"
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter!" Shouted an angry McGonagall. "What is going on? Why are you doing that?"
"Because the writers an idiot." Ron shrugged aimlessly.
"Oh," McGonagall said, "Well, carry on."
They carried on.
A LETTER TO SNAPE:
Dear Severus Snape,
I thank you for you application for Defence against the dark arts job once again, but am sorry to say the only other candidate got the job. He is a pigeon, called Mr. Pigeon and will be working along colleagues as yourself in September.
Signed, Albus Dumbledore.
Ps, you suck Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
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Lol! I crack myself up.......Hee hee!
