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God damn bullshit, piece of dogdick, fuck me in the A, I’d rather smell Juanfishes’s bellybutton compared to watching godamn Quidditch at Middlebury again. Now the WHOLE nation has to know we play Harry Potter magical flying broomstick games!! When I wake up on Sunday mornings, why can’t I wake up to the sounds of birds, or crickets, or a river…NO, NOT HERE, I wake up to Harry Potter creatures and a golden snitch cross country runner running through the halls of my dorm squaking like a dying baby. I love Middlebury and all, but OH MY GOD….this can’t actually be college where kids run around with broomsticks between their legs. Can it? Whatever…Im gonna go to bed. By the way, if you like really elaborate and descriptive dreams that you can remember, take a couple of Tylenol PMs and have some fun…
The Middlebury Quidditch is undefeated though.
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5 comments:
p.s. i am so glad that i dont go to midd.
wow. i give h.w. two years before he is dressed up in yellow like that gay ass snitch. punch velez in the face for me. haha.
that was a little more violent sounding than i intended.
Haha, that clip is fucking hilarious. You're 2-for-2 in your return to the blog, Harry. That's battin' a thousand. Well done!
P.S. What's the hardest part of playing Quidditch? (there is only one answer to this)
About the same as the hardest part of rollerblading.
Middlebury beat Princeton 50 - 0 in quiddich. I don't know if that makes us losers or you losers. I'm pretty sure it's you.
Ya, definitely you.
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