What the fuck is Harry Potter complaining about? He gets to go to magic school!
When I was in school it was considered a stellar day if Doris the lunch lady didn’t get cigarette ashes in our slop, and this motherfucker wants to complain about his life?
I wonder if I could get a job as a janitor at a magic school?
I bet they have all kinds of potions and shit to help me grow the greatest magic weed ever.
Plus I could ride my mop to work…you know because of the magic and shit.
Do we have any waffles? I sure am hungry.
-Spaceman Jones signing off.