Ampersand

<JonJonB> Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word ”wand” with ”wang” in the first Harry Potter Book
<JonJonB> Let’s see the results…

<JonJonB> ”Why aren’t you supposed to do magic?” asked Harry.
<JonJonB> ”Oh, well — I was at Hogwarts meself but I — er — got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an’ everything

<JonJonB> ”Yes, yes. I thought I’d be seeing you soon. Harry Potter.” It wasn’t a question. ”You have your mother’s eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work.”
<JonJonB> ”Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches.”

<JonJonB> Ok
<JonJonB> I have found, definitive proof
<JonJonB> that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
<JonJonB> ”Yes,” Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding… Any second now, he might hear his mother again… but he shouldn’t think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn’t want to… or did he?

<JonJonJonB> ‘Get – off – me!’ Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.

Måhända puerilt, men jag tycker att det är lika roligt varje gång jag av någon anledning snubblar över det. Läs hela här.

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