A/N: Badabaadaabaa. I'm lovin' it.
Harry did not understand. He could not lick his elbow.
"Why????" He cried, "Can't I?"
"Lick my elbow, lick elbow my!"
"Ugh," cried his elbow, "That is the stupidest thing I ever heard."
"No," said Harry, "This is!"
He began to sing "I feel like a woman" By Shania Twain"
His elbow smacked its forehead.
One day, the Author got sick of Harry, his elbow, and his faggieness, so
she threw herself into the story.
She found herself in the Great Hall. She glared at Harry.
Harry, being the whimpy fag he was, started to cry.
"Shut it," said the author. He shut it.
"I shall give you're the power to lick your elbow oh-faggy-one," said the
author.
"Hooray!" yelled Harry leaping up into the air.
"Your gonna have to not do that," said the author, annoyed
"Okey-dokey," said Harry and he ran off.
"What have I just done?" said the author, and disappeared.
"Noooooo!" screeched Harry's elbow. Harry leaned over.
"Muhuhahahaha!" laughed Harry.
Voldemort was scheming. What else is new? And, guess who this scheme
involved...
"HARRY POTTER!" screeched Voldemort, "Has been the bane of my existence
for..." he started to count on his nasty-ass fingers. But before he could make
"eleventy-six" Wormtail interrupted.
"15 years," he finished. He walked in wearing a pink apron and holding a
silver tray with cookies and milk on it.
"Now," Peter said in a motherly voice, "Drink your, milk, it'll build up
your evil bones."
Voldemort growled and sipped his milk. He picked up his cookie, which
had Harry Potter's bleeding face on it.
He bit into it. "Thank you Wormtail, your cookies always cheer me up."
"Well your welcome," said Peter. He then noticed Voldemort's milk
mustache. "Malfoy, Malfoy, get the camera!" he squealed as Voldemort gave a
high, girl-like hiccough.
Later on, Wormtail sat on a plastic seat eating french fries. He giggled.
He was so happy. It was his Lunch break, he had a picture of Voldemort with a
milk mustache, and he was at McDonald's. He played with his cheap Happy Meal Toy.
He stretched out the little Barbie's plastic arms. They flew back and slapped him
in the face.
"Ouch!" he said, but nothing could ruin his day.
"Geese," said Wormtail, "what is my Lord thinking? He will never get
Harry Potter. Besides, the boy can lick his elbow! I mean, honestly, who can
beat that?"
A/N: Who can beat that? HONESTLY?
Harry did not understand. He could not lick his elbow.
"Why????" He cried, "Can't I?"
"Lick my elbow, lick elbow my!"
"Ugh," cried his elbow, "That is the stupidest thing I ever heard."
"No," said Harry, "This is!"
He began to sing "I feel like a woman" By Shania Twain"
His elbow smacked its forehead.
One day, the Author got sick of Harry, his elbow, and his faggieness, so
she threw herself into the story.
She found herself in the Great Hall. She glared at Harry.
Harry, being the whimpy fag he was, started to cry.
"Shut it," said the author. He shut it.
"I shall give you're the power to lick your elbow oh-faggy-one," said the
author.
"Hooray!" yelled Harry leaping up into the air.
"Your gonna have to not do that," said the author, annoyed
"Okey-dokey," said Harry and he ran off.
"What have I just done?" said the author, and disappeared.
"Noooooo!" screeched Harry's elbow. Harry leaned over.
"Muhuhahahaha!" laughed Harry.
Voldemort was scheming. What else is new? And, guess who this scheme
involved...
"HARRY POTTER!" screeched Voldemort, "Has been the bane of my existence
for..." he started to count on his nasty-ass fingers. But before he could make
"eleventy-six" Wormtail interrupted.
"15 years," he finished. He walked in wearing a pink apron and holding a
silver tray with cookies and milk on it.
"Now," Peter said in a motherly voice, "Drink your, milk, it'll build up
your evil bones."
Voldemort growled and sipped his milk. He picked up his cookie, which
had Harry Potter's bleeding face on it.
He bit into it. "Thank you Wormtail, your cookies always cheer me up."
"Well your welcome," said Peter. He then noticed Voldemort's milk
mustache. "Malfoy, Malfoy, get the camera!" he squealed as Voldemort gave a
high, girl-like hiccough.
Later on, Wormtail sat on a plastic seat eating french fries. He giggled.
He was so happy. It was his Lunch break, he had a picture of Voldemort with a
milk mustache, and he was at McDonald's. He played with his cheap Happy Meal Toy.
He stretched out the little Barbie's plastic arms. They flew back and slapped him
in the face.
"Ouch!" he said, but nothing could ruin his day.
"Geese," said Wormtail, "what is my Lord thinking? He will never get
Harry Potter. Besides, the boy can lick his elbow! I mean, honestly, who can
beat that?"
A/N: Who can beat that? HONESTLY?