DJ Benvenuto the "la madre que te pario" Raccoon has this to say:
As I write this, the third day of school has come and gone. Many things have happened. Some strange, others funny, and others just plain wrong. In regards to the first day, I will elaborate like I said I would.
The day started out with us meeting in RIAOPIA. It was pretty nice to see some of The Poss we hadn’t seen for a few weeks. So RIA and company were just talking and just “hanging out” (to put it simply).
Then it seems that DJ Skittles had brought some pantyhose with him. Why? I’m not sure myself, but I didn’t hesitate to put it over my head and run around scaring people. Seeing as how it was one of those small disposable pantyhose socks, my head could barely fit. But that wasn’t a problem. I made it fit.
After some more running around, we checked on the good ’ol cacti. They are growing and coming along nicely.
Then we started messing with those little rectangles of replacement grass that were recently placed over all the dirt. I put one in the middle of the new cement floor we now have, which I really don’t like... then again, I reaaally hate all that lame doo-doo grass they put in.
Quite a bit happened that one morning. Later that day, during lunch, we flipped over some of those grass rectangles. I roofed some stuff, put cookie wrappers in the gutters, bushed new stuff, and we did a low-key WSS, but we did do it.
The Insane General also got yelled at during the first 15 minutes of lunch. It was a busy first day... But no Pretty Boy. Where could he be...? Rumor has it he was having some freako massive lamester shenanigans in the science wing and that’s why it was so ridiculous that day.
On to the second day.
Pretty Boy appears. I really start to realize that we need to get rid of the bench that’s next to us, for it seems that heathens are taking it over. Halls seem even more crowded... especially when compared to last year. The bell rings and 3 minutes of groping, rubbing, shoving, and creaming of pants begin.
I also come to accept the fact that I absolutely detest this carpet they have put over Riaopia that seems to be called grass. It must be eliminated. I notice the increase of greenbacks and creatures called administrators.
I get much more paranoid. They are out to get us. I start to look both ways before I roof something. I feel twinges in the back of my head. Perhaps my paranoia will reward me with a third eye to watch what goes on behind me...
Things are tense. It isn’t the same. Too many unfamiliar people. I can’t keep this up. We must bring it all down.
Let there be light.
Not even my trusty New Kids On The Block folder can save me from the horrors which I see. The mutilated land, crowded halls, carpeted dirt and the overall unjust dictatorship commanded by Pretty Boy and his henchmen. It’s out of control.
Things have gone where they were never meant to come near to. We have been forced to share our land. To do low-key West Side Stories one too many times. Something must be done and something will be done.
I have started Operation EGT
“Eliminate Grass Toupées”.
You can help by either
stomping on the grass toupées vigorously whenever you see
them, or like we did today, hide your garbage under them. You can also
help me move that other bench away so we can reclaim some of the
land.
But do not harm the cacti, for they will be our saviors.
Time is all they need. Soon they will be big and strong and they
will fend for themselves. We can only hope that they are of the variety
of cacti that shoots spines at its enemies. The cacti are
our new Ancients, so to speak.
So I ask all of you, help RIA out. Riaopia is in danger... get rid of the grass! Roof it like The Insane General did today (he roofed a chunk of one the rectangles).
My anti Pretty Boy / grass / new people / concrete floor manifesto is pretty much done.
Ay ya yay that was a lot of typing...
On a more light-hearted note, Dr. Superchill is cool... yeah I’m running out of things to say...
So I ask all of you, help RIA out. Riaopia is in danger... get rid of the grass! Roof it like The Insane General did today (he roofed a chunk of one the rectangles).
My anti Pretty Boy / grass / new people / concrete floor manifesto is pretty much done.
Ay ya yay that was a lot of typing...
On a more light-hearted note, Dr. Superchill is cool... yeah I’m running out of things to say...
BOOM BOOM FIRE!
BOOM BOOM FIRE!
GREAT DESIRE!!!
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