King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again King of the shooters, looters,
boosters, and ghettos poppin’ King of the past, present,
future, my ancestors watchin’ King of the culture, king of the soldiers, king of the bloodshed King of the wisdom, king of the ocean, king of the respect King of the optimistics and
dreamers that go and get it King of the winners, district,
and geniuses with conviction King of the fighters, king of the fathers, king
of the belated King of the answer, king of the problem, king
of the forsaken King of the empathy, you resent me, king of remorse King of my enemies, may they father feed, I
rejoice
Cooking show I desperately want: Professional chefs compete to wow and astound totally amateur food critics who don’t know dick about shit. Get eliminated on totally arbitrary grounds such as “I don’t like sour cream.”
“I present to you the finest escargot.” “Ew I’m not eating snails. Sorry you’re chopped.”
18th century famous people be like: George was born the oldest of 36 children. His father was a shoe farmer and Grand Piano. At just 2 days old, he began his study of medicine and human biology at Oxford fortunately studying under Shakespeare in Berlin, Austria. Shortly after, he conducted his first successful heart transplant at 1.3 years old. He soon became an ordained priest. By the age of 4, he had married his cousin and had 5 children named Emma, all of whom became minstrels except for one who actually turned out to be Charles Dickens. By the end of his career at 28 years old he had written 11,000 books about Julius Caesar which he made into comedic plays and became a world class harmonica, guitar, and spoon player. He died of tripping on his own foot or lead poisoning at 30
There are several paragraphs describing beloved fictional characters’ chest hair.
Slytherins are Catholics.
Petunia wears pant suits.
“Aunt Petunia smacked her hands over Harry’s young ears; and her voice was sickly sweet when she said, “Thank you very much for your concern, sir, but he does not need your religion, he has science and socialism and birthdays. “
Reblog if you don’t need religion because you have science socialism and birthdays
