The Treatment Program of Absurdity: 1

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows: Part 2

Before being sent back to core house, I had bitched to the guys in the transition house about how, due to my nine ‘o’clock curfew, I wouldn’t be able to see the midnight-premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows: Part 2; in which, as a joke, all of the guys feigned pity. I had convinced Kyle to lift the curfew for the night, so I could see the premiere; but when it came time to go, no one was able to join him, so I decided to wait. On July 15, 2011, the day it came out, I was able to get George to go see the 2:00 P.M. showing at the Carmike Cinema located at the mall in Kingsville. After the movie, I initiated this conversation:
“Do you think Barbara’s front butt is a horcrux?”
“Of course!”
“Who do you think it is?”
“Maybe it is Hitler. Heil Front But!”
“I acknowledge her front-butt could be a military dictator, but if it were Hitler, she wouldn’t be as incompetent as she is, and Hitler would not be willing to put up with such horrible queefs. I would say Milosevic, but I don’t think she has the audacity to hold onto an empire. For her love of capitalism, I would say Suharto, though I don’t think she would be able to stay in power for 30 years. Think about it, if it weren’t for her wealthy father, she would’ve starved to death long ago; but thanks to him, when you walk into her apartment, she is like Jabba the Hut, where she then has Peter York dancing in the slutty outfit that Carrie Fisher wore. She has to be Chairman Mao, due to the fact that he was barely educated, and his incompetency f***ed up all of China.”