Butts.
I like drawing things, including Animal Crossing things, & consuming copious amounts through all my senses, (but mostly my mouth).
I used to be Often Called Flamer.Who knows what's next.
I found an old word doc with a rap I wrote when I was going to start my own wrock act (called Lovegood Ukes). If the last verse doesn't make sense you should go read a Harry Potter fan fic called 'my immortal'. You can thank me later.
Have some lyrics to decode my slurrs and accent -
WAIT TILL MY FATHER HEARS ABOUT THIS
He’ll get real angry 'cause boy I‘m pissed.
Hogwarts has gone to the dogs this year,
Can’t wait for pigfarts, to get me out of here.
I’m little boy Malfoy, with my hair all shiny,
Some think I’m lame, and others call me whiny,
But I’m better than Ron, he’s got no chance with Hermione.
I’m gonna get that mudblood love, got desires to fulfil.
Get her presents of potions, pretty peacock quills,
I’ll bed that Granger witch, make sure my pureblood spills,
A nine point eight, I wouldn’t give her more,
The only downside her friends are noobs galore,
But she’ll forget them in ecstasy, when I take her on the floor...
Of the dungeons, down in the slytherin dorm,
Work her hard, ask that babe to perform,
This little bookworms' innocence I’ll make sure to transform.
The things I want, the things I need,
Charm that vixen down on her knees,
In the back of my Mercedes-Benz, between the trees...
Of the forbidden forest, she’ll lose her virility,
Don’t care if we get caught, I'll plead deniability,
Dumbledore's 'stop right there mothefuckers' a symptom of his senility.