'Well, we were always going to fail that one,' said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he had told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in his crystal ball, only to look up and realise he had been describing his examiner's reflection.
When Dylan’s hours-old posts shows up on the Tumblr of a preppy grad student in Illinois.
Colonialism is when bees bust their asses to make honey but all the bottles look like bears!
Kim Crosby’s Facebook page(which quoted me yesterday!)
Holy shit, best quote fucking ever, holy shit.
OMFG I don’t LOL often but Goddamn.
Perfect analogy is perfect.