A Penchant for the Ironic
I've just sent two Howlers home to each of my brothers.
I ranted. I raved. I was profane and impudent and threatened nastily.
It felt good.
And that's all you're hearing from me for a while yet, I presume. For those who are pleased at this prospect, fuck off. I don't give much of a damn about what you think.
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Oi, Cad. I don't know how you did it, but you beat me on that Potions essay. How much were we betting again?
And Summerby, Sloper and Robins - can you lot shut up about the betting pool? I don't care if you refer to it as "dog-breath", just keep it on the quiet, please? And stop attaching Cad's name to your little "you-know-what"s.
I ranted. I raved. I was profane and impudent and threatened nastily.
It felt good.
And that's all you're hearing from me for a while yet, I presume. For those who are pleased at this prospect, fuck off. I don't give much of a damn about what you think.
***
Oi, Cad. I don't know how you did it, but you beat me on that Potions essay. How much were we betting again?
And Summerby, Sloper and Robins - can you lot shut up about the betting pool? I don't care if you refer to it as "dog-breath", just keep it on the quiet, please? And stop attaching Cad's name to your little "you-know-what"s.