Post by kiwi on Jul 23, 2007 17:10:26 GMT -5
Harry thought of his magical adventures very differently since now that he’d been diagnosed as a schizophrenic.
Finishing in the cafeteria, Harry and Ron turned their wands on themselves.
“I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!!!! And I am an alcoholic.”
Harry looked at his own spectacles and thought, “I can summon a centaur, but I can’t fix my astigmatism.”
“I have earnt more money than the Queen, I can’t be arsed!”
“I’m sorry, Harry,” said Ron. “I-I thought you felt the same way.”
“Genital warts at Hogwarts?” said Matron.
Harry wrapped the elastic around his arm and tapped the crook of his elbow trying to get a vein up. “Come on, you bastard!” he said.
Something about the spell must of gone wrong because one of Harry’s testicles had turned into a scorpion.
It was October, and the beginning of Harry’s firth term at Feltham Young Offenders Institute.
“Show us where Dumbledore touched you,” said the Judge. “Show us on the doll.”
Finishing in the cafeteria, Harry and Ron turned their wands on themselves.
“I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!!!! And I am an alcoholic.”
Harry looked at his own spectacles and thought, “I can summon a centaur, but I can’t fix my astigmatism.”
“I have earnt more money than the Queen, I can’t be arsed!”
“I’m sorry, Harry,” said Ron. “I-I thought you felt the same way.”
“Genital warts at Hogwarts?” said Matron.
Harry wrapped the elastic around his arm and tapped the crook of his elbow trying to get a vein up. “Come on, you bastard!” he said.
Something about the spell must of gone wrong because one of Harry’s testicles had turned into a scorpion.
It was October, and the beginning of Harry’s firth term at Feltham Young Offenders Institute.
“Show us where Dumbledore touched you,” said the Judge. “Show us on the doll.”
