Connecting to server…
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hi
You: Hello
Stranger: who are you?
You: Tom Riddle.
You: Senior
Stranger: cool
Stranger: i’m James Potter
You: My son killed you.
You: He killed me also
Stranger: yeah. your son was bad raised!!!
Stranger: but my son killed your son!
You: Oho. Well. My son killed your son first
Stranger: yeah but my son woke up again and killed your son
Stranger: or something
You: Your son should stop sleeping on the job then.
Stranger: he’s just a boy, what can you expect?
You: I thought he was supposed to be “The Chosen One.” With a title like that, he just can’t sleep.
Stranger: but your son dropped dead like a fly anyway, so i really don’t care that much
You: Your son had help from Dumbledore. So he was really just a puppet.
Stranger: so, he killed your son anyway
You: My son killed you.
You have disconnected.
PWN PWN PWN
reblog if you're scared to scroll down on tumblr when your parents/siblings are in the room.
dxo:
carelesswhispers:twokidsonelovee:kelsoisprettyodd:(via humbleorphans)
My kids. Too many strange things floating around on my dash. ;)
always some tits or ass in my face.
(via carlovely)
omg, did that actually happen?
srsly i was like “nuh uh”
apparently it did, HAHAHAHA
