Monday; seven drinks
"So there's the biker outside the pub, right? He had a very long and poofy beard and it reminded me of a wizard, ya know? So like I went up to him and said, Hagrid, you're alive!
"You won't believe what happened next. He hugged me! I was laughin' and he kept patting my back. I smell like a biker. Am I a biker, Harry? Am I?
"I think that'd be a good profession. Is that even a job. Like, can you ride motorcycle thingies for a living? That'd be so cool! Hahahaha he came back and just asked me to come join his gang. He has a gang!
"Alright, I'm going away to be in a gang. Bye Harryy."
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