- Darth Vader – A Lightsaber and the Force is no match for a kid. Darth Vader could go around being everyones father. A robot human dad with the force. Sorry Harry Potter you lose.
- Godzilla – One stomp or chomp that will be the end of Harry.
- Dennis the Menace – Slingshot of a rock to the face would pretty much kill anyone.
- Batman – A bat grenade and the bat mobile could easily take Harry Potter. Plus Batman always gets hotter chicks. Batman has to deal with villainy far more frequently. Harry gets it once a year.
- Superman – Only one thing can kill superman. Harry doesn’t have any of that. Superman could take him out so fast Hermoine would be crying. Ron would be like oh Harry I am so sad your dead. Now I can get some attention you bastard.
- Eric Cartman – Do I need to explain why Harry Potter would lose?
- Junniper – Even though she has a crush on him I am sure she could kill a fictional character if she desired. It’s rather simple. In an epic battle Junniper slashed Harry Potter in the liver and she became the richest blogger in the world and bought Tristan a Yacht and gave him $12 million dollars to make odd references to her frequently in his blog.
So people are wanting an update of the weekend because somehow they like to live through me. So I am working on that. One aspect of the weekend was that I was told I should write Sitcoms or become a movie critic. I am super anal about movies and put most of them down and frequently. Maybe I should start a movie review site. Then get famous and movie companies could try and buy me off and then I wouldn’t need to mooch of Junniper to get a Yacht. Not that I really need a Yacht but it’s a fun word to type and say.
Hopefully everyones week got off to a smooth start. Mine has been as rough as my face after I haven’t shaved for a week.
Cheers!
You know, I think I would rather go for the kidneys–the liver is so cliche. Or I could repeat the scene in “Serial Mom” with the fire poker and just stab him in the back.
And when I become the richest blogger int he world, I’ll buy you a big fancy yacht, I promise. But only if you name it “Mr. Cummingsworth.”
🙂
You know, I think I would rather go for the kidneys–the liver is so cliche. Or I could repeat the scene in “Serial Mom” with the fire poker and just stab him in the back.
And when I become the richest blogger int he world, I’ll buy you a big fancy yacht, I promise. But only if you name it “Mr. Cummingsworth.”
🙂