Give me chocolate and no one gets hurt.
When dementors approach, the victims feel cold, chilled all over. Nothing can warm them up.
As the dementors get nearer, the victims are sad, depressed, as though they'll never be happy again. All happy memories are sucked away.
And last, but not least, is the treatment. Are you ready for this?
Chocolate.
Yes, I am convinced that dementors are really PMS in disguise.
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4 Comments:
Now THAT is a theory I can get behind! Thanks for a good laugh!
Oh, brilliant! I think you're right.
I agree - I think you're right. We are also now in posession of yet more proof that chocolate is the cure-all for damned near everything.
I found this in my wanderings, today, just as I finished the last of my horded chocolate, or should that be my chocolate horde?
Since we're talking dementors, let's make them into a chocolatified horde and gobble them up, head first. I am PMS woman, fear my munch.
ROFLOL.
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