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07-16-2009, 11:45 PM
#6305
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im gonna ask my mom tommorow havent seen her all week but ill talk to her and ask and if she needs to talk to you or somethin ill give you her number lol assure her i wont drink til i wake up in my throwup again lol maybe suggest no drinking is involved lol
I found the link to it on a wonderful and happy site called 4chan.
07-17-2009, 12:00 AM
#6315
cuz of her i gotz rid of my turbo i was crazy back in the day never street raced but i hauled major *** without thinkin of consequences i went 110 on a street in front of sheriffs station everyday durring lunch on way to micky ds suprised i never got a ticket or had an epic failure
07-17-2009, 12:09 AM
#6322
<JonJonB> Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "****" in the first Harry Potter Book
<JonJonB> Let's see the results...
<JonJonB> "Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
<JonJonB> "Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me **** in half an' everything
<JonJonB> A magic ****... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.
<JonJonB> "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first ****. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice **** for charm work."
<JonJonB> "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany ****. Eleven inches. "
<JonJonB> Harry took the ****. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the **** above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls
<JonJonB> "Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's ****, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"
<JonJonB> The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's **** had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
<JonJonB> He bent down and pulled his **** out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.
<JonJonB> He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his ****, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his **** at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.
<JonJonB> Ok
<JonJonB> I have found, definitive proof
<JonJonB> that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
<JonJonB> "Yes," Harry said, gripping his **** very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he?
<melusine> O_______O
<JonJonB> Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his ****
<JonJonB> Then, with a sigh, he raised his **** and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.
<JonJonB> 'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised ****.
<JonJonB> Let's see the results...
<JonJonB> "Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
<JonJonB> "Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me **** in half an' everything
<JonJonB> A magic ****... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.
<JonJonB> "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first ****. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice **** for charm work."
<JonJonB> "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany ****. Eleven inches. "
<JonJonB> Harry took the ****. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the **** above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls
<JonJonB> "Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's ****, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"
<JonJonB> The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's **** had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
<JonJonB> He bent down and pulled his **** out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.
<JonJonB> He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his ****, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his **** at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.
<JonJonB> Ok
<JonJonB> I have found, definitive proof
<JonJonB> that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
<JonJonB> "Yes," Harry said, gripping his **** very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he?
<melusine> O_______O
<JonJonB> Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his ****
<JonJonB> Then, with a sigh, he raised his **** and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.
<JonJonB> 'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised ****.
