Dottie made every effort to impress; she

Dottie made every effort to impress; she lured her red wig out of mothballs—judging by the size of its balls, that was some big moth; she had a sponge bath and soaked her dentures.

It wasn't everyday an Easy VIrtue girl got invited to a Society soiree. Those folks had Households to help them with that southern fire. Look it at Sally Hemmings. She quenched a

brew with a bro in a man-bra and had a peek. He had meaty pecs but really tiny nipples, even for a guy. "Hey!" said Brent. "Now look here, Sally Hemmings, these society peeps only

the plumpest nurples." Brent was clearly bent out of the Brent-shaped shape in which he was customarily bent. Nipple-peeping people could be a bit prickly at times, and Brent was

certainly no exception. With spines growing from his torso in every direction and purple nurples to boot, he dragged himself off to work, griping about the lack of decent coffee in

the break room & how it didn't even seem like he'd HAD a weekend. "Mornin', Maggie," he muttered from his navel. Maggie did not make eye contact with the hideous torso.

She was far more concerned about the Voldermort penis. "AVADA KEDAVRA", it screamed, smothering the room in a bright green light. Volders ripped free from his host, and left

"I did it because it needed doing and I was there," Hermine said puzzled that Harry couldn't see that. Harry was pacing and he kept looking through the blinds to the parking lot.

Then he saw what he had not wanted to see. Which was the police. They had tracked them down to this opium den. They were surrounded. Harry & Hermine went out shooting.