I'm blogging from Olivia's house. She's not up yet, even though I could've sworn she was up at 12. I have no idea what went on. We made a Harry Potter drinking game last night, by ourselves. Completely original content. Rules go as follows.
Take a swig/shot every time:
The full name "Harry Potter" is spoken. Extra swig if the person is addressing Harry and acting astonished while speaking.
Hermione gets angry.
Twins speak in unison. (Normally applies to Fred & George)
Hagrid cries.
One of the following words is said: Brilliant, Wicked, Bloody Hell
Points are awarded to any house.
Points are taken away from any house. (We quit this one halfway through, since it was HP5)
Ron makes his wide-eyed, wide-mouthed "Home Alone" expression.
Snape appears unexpectedly in a scary way. (Happened OVER 9000 times)
Mrs. Norris, Hedwig or Fang appears.
Malfoy taunts somebody. Extra swig if he looks at his cronies for approval afterward.
An elder issues some kind of stern warning. (We cut it out due to Umbridge being everywhere)
Somebody that looked good is actually bad.
Somebody that looked bad is actually good.
Dumbledore lets on that he knows some kind of secret that he's too wise to talk about.
Original content right there, I suppose anyone that ever reads this can use it. Other than that, we had a bunch of heart-to-hearts, I got her into deathcore music, we ended up listening to Andrew Jackson Jihad, which is obvious win, and we walked to McDonalds at like, 11:30, and Olivia got a free donut at 7-11 for being cute. I don't think giving out free donuts is legal at all. We should probably get that guy fired.
After last night, I love Harry Potter. And Need For Speed. And french brandy.
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