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» Gather around, children, and I will tell you a story
It's just a quiet night here, in the Grumpypants-Pretentious household. Quiet in part because someone has been completely and utterly absorbed in a certain book that just came out that rhymes with Fairy Otter and the Laugh Bud Mince. And that someone isn't me and Rebecca, the One-Eyed Wonder Pup, prefers to contemplate world peace and the Squirrel That Got Away. So you can just guess who that someone might be.
Anyhoo. The Mister and I both work more that your average monkey, and all work and no play may make Jack want to read some silly kid's book, but it makes Jane a litte frisky. So this Jane tries to attract the attention of that Jack. So Jane flashed Jack. And let me tell you, I thought my boobs could win wars and move mountains, but apparently they cannot make someone PUT THAT BOOK DOWN. (Damn you, Harry Potter! Damn you and your half-blood prince!!!!!) So Jane tries a little shake of her caboose. Nothing. Another flash of the bra. Still nothing. Finally Jane tells Jack that she and her hot domingas will be taking a shower, and she might need help washing her most exciting parts.
And Jack says, "Well, I'll let you know when I come to a good place to stop."
That was twenty minutes ago, people. Looks like Jane is going to have to make herself put out.
Love and self-satisfaction,
grumpypants
PS: Fuck you, Harry Potter.
PPS: Thanks to all who still take a peek at this site occasionally. We here at Gripe du Jour appreciate your continued support! Please let us buy you a beer. Except you, Ms. K. Ang, you are much too young!
Posted at July 17, 2005 06:59 PM
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Yay, someone else who doesn't give a hoot about that bloody wizard.
Posted by: Steven at July 18, 2005 03:18 AM
I tell ya that boy's priorities are all messed up, but then that's nothing new :)
But yeah sign me up as a fellow member of the don't much give a rat's ass about harry potter club.
Posted by: Martin at July 18, 2005 10:28 AM
i say HARRY POOPER...bah!
Posted by: Anonymous at July 18, 2005 01:16 PM
i say HARRY POOPER...bah!
Posted by: amy at July 18, 2005 01:17 PM
I'm sorry, I'll never put a 17 year old boy ahead of my wifes "hot domingas" again...
Posted by: michael at July 18, 2005 11:31 PM
I love me some Harry Potter, but damn! DAMN! somebody whack that boy on the head!
Posted by: J__ at July 21, 2005 10:56 AM
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