It was an invitation to the Theminar. This

It was an invitation to the Theminar. This was where the "them" of the worlds met. This shadowy but colossal society gathered once a year to hold court on the

battle against the "us". Us vs. Them was a bloody war of words. "We gotta kick some Us ass, or them Ussers'll kick ours," said the Thems. The pronoun rally was raided by antinoun

Callipygious and her fricative, friend, That. Us and Them thought That was a thug, and when one of the Thems taunted That with: "Say it, don't spray it!" the bloody war of words

"They're their there! We're where we were." She'd said shielded by the shed. The Grand Melee of grammar made Gramma mad. Wars of wielded words were the worst.

Gramma laughed as loud as a chainsaw, before revealing the source of her joy, "Alitteration... A-litteration. Is it not literal?" Again, she cried with laughter, louder than

the sneeze that Leia the Loud of Liechtenstein sneezed that time when she swallowed a 2-feet butterfly. "Anyway." Grammar said, "Let me define alliteration for you."

She proceeded to do that and teach everyone present a new vocabulary addition that was to prove highly valuable in the next four years. How did this happen? Let me explain...

The first step is to get rid of your fucks. Don't need them. All fucks go in the waste bin by the door. And yes, that means you now practice chastity. The second step is to give it

up, once and for all. Just give it up, whatever it is that you like. Only then will you know the true sacrifice of the Order of the Tremendously Uptight. The third step is to throw

a party for a group of people who don't know each other, and have embarrassing games designed to help people get to know each other. No booze, just mandatory party hats. : D