Yo dawgs, it's Voldie.
I read this book on pop culture and gettin to know the teens of society today-- I mean... Yo homie-G, I was brushin up on mah peeps, seein' how to get down wit' my pimps and hoes.
Snape's being a pansy--I mean a whiny cracker-- and thinks I should act my age seeing as I is "The greatest sorcerer known to wizarding kind." He's just being what my peeps call a kiss ass.
Them werewolves keep bustin my chops. They keep chewing on mah furniture. But I told dem whiny bitches to take they appetites outside or I'd go medieval on they ass. Please believe. :gang sign:
See, I can be as off da heezy as dem kids today. Fo' sho.
Off to da business part. Everything seems to be goin according to plan. I mean ya home skillet, things they goin breezy. It's all gravy, s'all gravy, dawg. Draco, my numba one killah says da plan is gonna work fo sho'. Of course it will, cuz if it don't yo ass is history, bitch. For real mother fucker.
That's it for me, I gotz to go get my grub on.
Peace out, hoe.
Voldie