Ugh, that last book should have been called "Harry Potter Goes Fucking Camping."
I had better never meet J.K. Rowling, because I would take my stinkiest shoes, the ones I do yardwork in, and fill them with Limburger cheese, and throw them at her head!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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