Harry Potter is the new Halloween. Last night's midnight seemed to be used as an excuse to dress up like Helena Bonham Carter from the movie and shove your juggs out at everyone. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, just observing. Some where good. Some where bad. Some wouldn't stop starring at me. All were pushed up enough that you would swear gravity was about to knock them right forward. So I thank you, Miss Carter. If not for you, we would not have rabid fans dressing up like weird, goth, stripper versions of Bellatrix Lestrange (yes, I had to look that one up).
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