“Expecto Patro—NO DO NOT POOP ON THAT RUG!”
Don’t worry, it doesn’t ruin the song. Like, at all.
Who would your furry friend be in “Paw”-nee?
Those first few notes set the tone for the next half hour of your life. Which one reigns supreme?
Sorry, pancakes, but the syrup runs right off of you. That’s barbaric.
They rap, they ball, they’re flushed with cash. Can you tell the difference?
Some of us fall in “Crazy, Stupid, Love.” And some of us love lamp.
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest times, if one only remembers to meet with their adviser.