Last night, I went to see Harry Potter’s peen in its Broadway debut in that play about horseys and smoke. Seriously, there was a lot of smoke in that shit. I thought I was hot boxin’ with Snoop Dogg. Anywang, let’s just get to the important shit, shall we?
Harry’s wand makes its appearance at the end of the second act, so you have to sit through a lot of acting stuff before then. The acting stuff (especially Richard Griffiths) is good and that’s saying a lot coming from my grouchy ass. However, the director immediately needs to address the peen issue. This is my issue: I could barely see that shit! It was dark as hell during his peen’s scene. I wanted to shout, “Somebody! Turn on the fucking lights! I can’t see his dick!” His peen even looked like it was ready to give the performance of a lifetime! From what I did see, it was standing straight up, eager to entertain us. Put a spotlight on it! The peen obviously wants to show us what it can do. When the light would hit it, I would see it getting all excited, thinking the moment its been waiting for finally arrived. That moment never came and neither did he. Overall, the peen is short and not showcased enough. It was ready, willing and able, but it never got the chance.
And don’t even ask me if I got pictures of that shit! I was told that if the ushers catch you taking pictures, they will shame you in front of everyone by taking your cell phone away. I don’t want to be known as the bitch who got caught taking pictures of Harry’s peen. It’s bad enough that I’m devoting an entire post to Harry Potter’s cock! Yes, I’m desperate.
Oh and let me just briefly talk about Richard Griffiths’ magnificent belly. I was probably mesmerized by his belly of wonder than I was by Harry’s junk. I want to sit on top of Richard’s belly and eat a peach. It’s fucking amazing.