-Day Seventy-something.Okay you guys, I’m still feeling a little wonky.
My eyes are burning my nose is sore, my hair is standing up on its ends from me thrashing my head around on my pillow, asking the powers that be why oh why must they torture my poor little brain so! Can you get a hernia from sneezing??So far no response, unless you call having a wet pine cone falling in between my sweater and my warm skin a response. I choose not to think of it as such since this would mean they’re saying “Stop your moaning pansy!” and I can’t handle that type of negativity right now. I just can’t.
Oh, by the way, I’m looking particularly yummy, in case you were wondering.
Anyway, I was saving this post for an emergency A day when I didn't have anything to say. Guess what? Today is the day! I know what you're gonna say "Bee, you're so tired and uninspired". I am, I haven't been getting much sleep and my 6 brain cells can barely organize themselves to help me shower. Believe me, it's better for humanity for me not to smell funky than to be inspired.I found this at Tequila Mockingbird’s who is pee your pants funny! She posted this when she was sick too... maybe there’s an omen in there somewhere. She got it off this site.
Even though I’ve never read any of the books or seen any of the movies, I thought it was hilarious! I wish I knew the person who came up with it because I’d buy him/her a huge jug of hot chocolate. People like hot chocolate better than booze, right?
Later Gators! Don’t forget to click on Humor-Blogs before you leave.
I now leave you with. Harry Potter’s Wang.P.S.
I just read this intro, could it be possible I ramble more when I'm ill?
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Here is the excerpt:
Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the first Harry Potter Book
Let's see the results...
"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
"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
A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.
"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."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "
Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls
"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"
The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wang had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.
He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.
Ok
I have found, definitive proof
that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
"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?
O_______O
Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang
Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip. 
