Private Post: Not From Florean Fortescues.
There's no sex ice cream here. How on earth do they expect a person to keep body and soul together without sex ice cream?
I understand that my body needs to be pure, needs to be focused on the ceremony, on the ritual, but how am I supposed to do that when I haven't had any sex ice cream in four days? Last night we had some sort of barley soup, so thin I could see the bottom of my bowl, and bread without butter. Breakfast this morning was unspeakable. Everything is so bloody symbolic. "To tie you to the land, Mr. Potter," they say, "To tie your body with the sea," while they're feeding me this horrible kelp that wouldn't keep a house elf alive.
I'd even settle for a quick wank vanilla.
No wonder that bloody place in Russia blew up.
I understand that my body needs to be pure, needs to be focused on the ceremony, on the ritual, but how am I supposed to do that when I haven't had any sex ice cream in four days? Last night we had some sort of barley soup, so thin I could see the bottom of my bowl, and bread without butter. Breakfast this morning was unspeakable. Everything is so bloody symbolic. "To tie you to the land, Mr. Potter," they say, "To tie your body with the sea," while they're feeding me this horrible kelp that wouldn't keep a house elf alive.
I'd even settle for a quick wank vanilla.
No wonder that bloody place in Russia blew up.