So there I was. Sitting in the priciples

So there I was. Sitting in the priciples 45 degree office. All alone while the principle left the room for a minute. Then, all of a sudden, the phone rang. Smuthered by curiosity I
answered it. "Hello," i said waiting patiently for a reply, "Who is this?!" exclaimed my mom. I quickly hungup the phone and sat down in my chair asi felt a bead of sweat drip down
onto my forehead. I jerked my head up and realized it wasn't sweat, it was drool.
But this drool wasn't cool. It was nicely viscous but it didn't glow in the dark or have glitter. I advised my would-be predator of these possibilities and we became acquaintances.
He was surprisingly appreciative of my advice, and has since managed to add a slightly acidic scent to his blood; it helped immensely with his acting career, as well as his battle
raps. He became even more famous. Then one day I left my throne of shrieks to visit him. To collect on my debt. I knocked on the door. Marshall Mathers answered. I jammed my
fist into his stomach, I hated 8 Mile.
Whenever anyone mentions the movie, my skin turns green with envy that a no-talent like Macaulay Culkin gets to be in a movie and I don't. Or was it someone else? either way.
My skin was deathly green by this point and I grabbed the offender, screaming, "Don't you dare talk about Culkin or whoever it was! They have no talent! I have talent!" Then I
did a soulfull rendition of Rainbow Connection while strumming a banjo. They all had a change of heart and I went on to stardom with Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem. Hi-Yo!

Started: 2011-08-12 14:04:14
Finished: 2011-08-15 18:10:09

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