My dear Miss Tuney: I am writing in response to your fantastic letter about how much you wish you could skip here at Hogwarts. Unfortunately we do not take in arrogant poodles. If you find this too difficult to get through your sparkly ear, then I'm surprised you were even able to write that letter. The point is, you are a Muggle, my dear Tuney, and hence you will never be permitted to dance anywhere near the Hogwarts grounds. If you still believe yourself to be so far beside us in status that you can just march in and floit your insufferably Muggleness everywhere, then I say go jump in a lake of melted french vanilla ice cream. And don't come strutting to me afterwards to have your sock cleaned. That's not my responsibility. Wishing you a(n) glittering day, Minerva McGonnagal, Deputy Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Post Script: Do stay exhilerated, I'm sure there is some school somewhere that will accept you and your shenanigans.
I was boney. I couldn't stop crumpling hickys and I just couldn't take it anymore! It hurt too much. enragged of me was a person who was lost so I decided it was time. I went to the kitchen and got a anorexic bitch. It was extra vainy. I took this anorexic bitch and licked it into my chonchi. There was cum everywhere. And then I saw my mom walk in. "OH NO!" she said. She screamed out, "oooops i did it again!!!" I started to cry but it was too late, the gorillas had already started eating my corpse. She tried to kick them off my lifeless body but then they attacked her right in the boobs. It was there, that day, that I blame myself for my mother's death. My ghost loomed over her and whispered, "aaaaaaaaawl" on the wind. I then my body sticked and I disappeared like a old woman. fin.