Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his heterogeneous fluids? You’d think we’d have figured it out by now.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
I feel dirty now, how about you?
In reference to the last comic on the subject of fan-generated fiction:
I fucking knew it!
I’m not even going to check for the existence of this one's subject – there's no doubt that it's out there:
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" cried Hagrid, as the silvery spray erupted from the tip of his wand.
"Well -- whoever called you a Squib was clearly misinformed."
Hagrid looked up with a start as Snapes entered the room, smiling cruelly and loosening his robes...
Jesus Christ, how did that even get in my head? All I can think of now is Alan Rickman wiping his cock on Robbie Coltrane’s beard and reaching for a swig of Butterbeer. How am I still conscious? Why won't I just die?!!!









