Thank You's

Well, where to start? I Guess the beginning is the best place, but, then again, starting wherever you want and fucking shit up is pretty fun too. But, for the moment, I think the beginning will do just fine. On saturday night, I, hmmm, how to say it nicely, got fucked up drunk, and so I am writing this as a thanks and an apology. My main thanks goes out to Mr. Hugh Flitcroft, who, in the face of peril, showed outstanding moral fibre and awesomeness to myself when I was being a fuckwit, so I award Gryffindor, 50 points. Lololol. Without him, my life would have ended then and there. My main apology goes out to Ms. Alexandra Gilley, who, having waited about 3 weeks for this night, a night, which, we had planned to perfection, was unable to excecute said plan, because of my drunken sickness. We had planned to go fuckin' crazy as mothafucka's, but alas, I was in no state, and thus, the night of nights, was turned into a night of nightmares. So, Ms. Gilley, who showed amazing restraint when it came to holding back from stomping my face into a gutter (which is only half as much as I would have deserved), I award Gryffindor house, 50 points. And finally, to Sophie Boller, who, looked after me when no one else would, I award Gryffindor house, 20 points. FUCK YEE WE WON DA HOUSE CUP lololololololololololol