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[Sep. 19th, 2010|12:30 pm] |
Did anyone hear the minor explosion in the Ravenclaw Common Room at roughly 5am this morning? I'm sure responsible Prefects will find the culprit and reprimand him them duly. Please let me get a hot Prefect. Please. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2010|12:50 am] |
bored holes through our tongues
so sing a song about it
beld our breath for too long
till we're half sick about it.( Read more... ) |
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[Sep. 14th, 2010|12:49 am] |
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THE PINK THING OF DOOOOM SPOKE TO ME TODAY. I don't know whether to wet my pants in JOY or FEAR. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2008|03:15 pm] |
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I am officially disturbed. I did not need to see an 86-year-old get off. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2008|03:29 am] |
Today? Has been AWESOME. You can't beat this kind of entertainment. I wish I could read half the things written in here on air, but that would probably get me in trouble. My co-host keeps looking at me funny. I hope he hasn't fallen for this prank too. Kudos to the mastermind, whoever you are.
PRIVATE TO LAVENDER:
So, how are you? |
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[Oct. 26th, 2008|12:15 pm] |
You know what's fascinating? Children's songs. I found a record of 'The Wheel's On the Bus Go Round and Round'. I want to put it on the show, but my co-host is being a right old prat and refusing. Apparently, it conjures The Knight Bus up in his mind and TKB is a frightening concept.
I thought it was fun that night we had to take it because we were too pissed to Apparate. But then, I'm not the one who got stuck busy being sick all down my girlfriend's front. I suppose it's his ex-girlfriend now, and oddly enough, that incident wasn't why they broke up.
By the way, the answer to the previous question was pretty simple. Although George wasn't wrong either. Edgecombe, you could have said "One's a lollipop and one isn't" and I'd have given you full points, sheesh.
There are six ears of corn in a hollow stump. If a perfectly healthy squirrel carries only three ears out each day, how many days will ittake to empty the stump? |
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[Oct. 13th, 2008|03:23 am] |
Score! I have money! And this thing with Lavender seems to be working out.
Shite! They're bumping our show to a weekly! But it's at a better time. So I reckon you unfortunate souls will have to live without me for six days out of seven. But that's not happening for a month or so. The men upstairs are a bunch of strange sods, and coming from me - that's saying a lot.
Now that we've all been duly paid and have lined our pockets with gold again, what say you to a little Fuck The Goblins! celebration, eh?
I think my cousin wants to spend a year here, which is kind of cool - but his English is fair shit. I told mum to tell him I could find a bird willing to teach him at the snap of my fingers, and then she told me that wouln't work, because the bastard's gay. Figures. Haven't checked in with the Invisible Sibling in a while. Note to self: Locate Rhodri and poke him to ensure he is still breathing.
What's the difference between a lollipop and my boss' arse? GUESS. |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2008|07:30 pm] |
I just remembered why I didn't like Scotland in the middle of Autumn. Because the weather doesn't seem to abide by my philosophy of how the seasons should run. To which I say 'fuck it', of course.
I want to run an advice column. I think I'd be brilliant. Try me.
PRIVATE TO EDDIE:
Could I sleep on your couch now?
PRIVATE TO JULIUS, QUINTUS AND SASHA:
I'm leaving this love-rectangle of melancholy and dirty nappies. It was a sexy affair while it lasted. You have been good to me, but I'm thinking I need to move on and explore new horizons.
PRIVATE TO MELINDA:
PRIVATE TO LAVENDER:
Which Quidditch team do you root for? |
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[Sep. 5th, 2008|01:06 pm] |
COUCH PIRATE HAS NO PURPLE PEOPLE EATING INK OKAY? Eddie - where's the fucking roast chicken? Don't make me come over.
What's with all the babies? Raise your hand if you have a baby! Raise a hand if you might have a baby! Raise your hand if you don't have a baby, but you would like a baby!
Okay. Now all you people leave me alone unless you want me to corrupt said babies. I.E., I offer free babysitting for the afternoons 'cause I've got nothing fucking better else to do this week. |
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