"He lay and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys would remember at all, wondering where the letter writer was now."
Boy, these pretzels are making me thirsty.
Screw the Bahamas I'm going to Hogwarts
Once upon a time, when Seinfeld was relevant and T.V writers could make jokes involving pay-phones, people talked to each other in person and kids played tag. But don't worry kids, now we can do that virtually.
Don't worry kids, it gets better
Because like Gina, we all thrive on dysfunction.
Because deep down, we're all just a yellow sponge who lives in a pineapple under the sea