In a heap of sweat I await...
In anticipation of this grande event, I sweat salty fluids. My brow is damp, my hair is sticky, my socks lie wrinkled and abused by the oppresive sweat. It is not the humidity that wettens my appearence, but it is the waiting for my sweet Daniel to emerge in yet another crappy movie. That's correct my love, I sweat at the whispering of the news, that the 4th HARRY POTTER MOVIE IS COMING!
Hide your children, all ye mothers who bear love for your offspring. Hide there eyes that they might not see the disgusting and disturbing images of Daniel Radcliffe acting! Stay away from the movie theater, lest you be drawn into this obsessed and slowminded crowd of fans. Hide! Hide! Hide I beg you!
Hide your children, all ye mothers who bear love for your offspring. Hide there eyes that they might not see the disgusting and disturbing images of Daniel Radcliffe acting! Stay away from the movie theater, lest you be drawn into this obsessed and slowminded crowd of fans. Hide! Hide! Hide I beg you!