| onourbrooms @ 2002-06-02 21:22:00 |
| Current mood: |  aggravated |
Just Bloody Fantastic.
I've been asked to announce the Yule Ball. I'm so thrilled by the image of all those young imbeciles getting all done up in their dreadful idea of dress robes, stepping on each other's feet for a few hours out of time to ghastly music, spiking already hideous punch with decidedly inferior intoxicants, then sneaking off for fumbling inexpert sex that I have to pretend to know nothing about.
Bunch of little wankers.
Comments:
| potions_master @ 2002-06-02 09:04 pm UTC |
My my Hooch....
Seems like *someone's* batteries died in the night. *smirk*
| onourbrooms @ 2002-06-02 09:38 pm UTC |
Yours runs on batteries? How quaint! I prefer a spell-powered model myself.
And if the idea of hormone-mad teenagers clumsily shagging in the bushes appeals to you, then I gladly cede chaperoning duties to you.