I guess it depends on A) how near closing time it is and 2) how thick the lenses on your beer goggles are.
There were these two women talking to each other on the trolley this morning going on and on about complaints they had about their jobs and annoyances with family members and all kinds of other boring nonsense.
So I stood up and turned around and got right up in their faces and told them to knock off talking about all their trivial nonsense because they were just ginning up some outrage and trying to sound all superior!
Someone should try to convince them that they need to go to Hogwarts to get to the source. See if you can get them to run headlong at the brick pillars at the train station. Tell them that it will work if they really believe.
Traditionally they were meant to be cast into something. Generally a bottle, or the red sea. Bottles are occasionally found in the walls of old buildings alleged to have been used in exorcisms, as you obviously don’t want someone accidentally smashing or opening the bottle, or you get this sort of thing. The ones that get shoved into the Red Sea are meant to stay there until Doomsday, so that seems like the way to go. Not that I expect the three moderately good-looking (ironically, I’d say all three are solid sixes) mostly-teenaged girls up there to know anything about the history of their profession.
This.
Please, please, someone put up a “platform 9 3/4” sign, give them a luggage trolley and get them to run headlong into a pillar. Then put it on Youtube.
Not my fault! The Devil made me do it!
You have to realize the story is from the UK.
The fact that you assumed he meant it to be non-consensual says more about you than him.
This whole thing is riddikulus.
I assume all the guys snarking on the modelworthiness or otherwise of these girls nail hotter chicks than them like all the time, and aren’t just like the saddo down the pub who’ll bore everyone’s ears off over the relative merits of Lamborghinis and Ferraris while having nothing under the carport except a rustbucket Ford Fiesta. Me, I never pulled anything as attractive as any of those three and don’t care who knows it.
None of which makes listening to anything they say or do worth the bother, but hey, fair’s fair.
I can’t get angry about this any more than I’d be able to get angry about a small child claiming he can’t tidy his room because he’s Batman. It’s so pathetically ridiculous it’s just funny.
They should have grown out of it by now though, so I do feel sorry for the poor eejits.
The spelling ‘chix’ annoys me a lot more.
There is a Gilderoy Lockhart joke in here somewhere, but I’m too obtuse to spin it.
No there isn’t, they got to him first. He can’t remember any spells now.
Hey, for all we know their pastor has them under the Imperious Curse. Let’s cut them some slack.
If he was using that on them do you really think he’d be doing that with them?
You can only judge the beauty of women less hot than ones you fucked? Wow, that’s stupid.
If the suspension is decent and the seat not worn out, that Fiesta can be a nice ride.
“They” got to him? Was it a conspiracy? The quadrilateral commission broke Ron’s wand so that Lockhart would use it to curse himself?
Unfortunately, the sign already exists, complete with a trolley that looks like it’s going through the wall:
Googling “platform 9 3/4” will give you lots of images.
Must be a typo. Surely it should be “books, crosses, and DVDs of Deliverance”.