The little kid was heavily fined for not having a leash around the other 2 heads.
So late one night I got to thinking about the future. “Where am I going to college?” “What should I study?” “Who am I going to marry?” “Just what is a hot dog made of?” All of these questions are without a doubt important. But they’re just useless thoughts if I have nowhere to live. I mean I don’t want to live with One-Tooth Bill in the alley behind that sketchy thai place. I need a house. No, not a house. Houses are for old people. I need an apartment. Yeah, a swanky pad where I can chill. A place where I can throw raging parties. A place that I won’t be embarrassed to show to my girlfriend. And I think I found it. Yes ladies and gentlemen I have found a good apartment. Located in Manhattan East is my future home. It even allows pets and you guys know how much ladies love cute kitties. It’s a 6 story building with an elevator. Of course I won’t tell everyone I use the elevator. No, I use the stairs like a fit and able person. Ok, you got me. I’ll use the elevator and tell everyone I use the stairs. Hey! It’s not my fault I can’t climb the stairs to my lovely studio with a wonderful view because I’ll get all sweaty, then my cardigan will get stinky, then I’ll rush wash it for my date that night but it’ll shrink. Then I’ll have to wear that weird Christmas sweater my aunt got me for my birthday. I digress. Point being that the elevator is going to save me a lot of trouble. In short, this b-e-a-utiful apartment will provide me with a place to party and work in peace. I wish I could move in right now! Here’s a link, you can buy it for me if you want… http://www.vacancy.com/new-york/new-york-apartments/manhattan-east/#property_description
I attended my schools first pep rally on Friday and I noticed, not for the first time, that many different people attend these things. There is a whole subculture to these things that I find it astounding that no one else has noticed it.* I write this as a guide for you. See who you spot at your next pep rally. Find out who you are.
*Note: I didn’t care enough to check to see if this is the only article on the web about this.
So there you have it. These are the subcultures of the pep rally. Try to keep an eye open next time you go to a pep rally and see if you can spot all the people. Good luck and have fun.
I Diego Salinas, the lone underclassman of Uncharted Territory, is ready for the year. We have new games, we will have new faces, and we have new underwear! This year is going to be a blast! Our first show is tomorrow and I’ll be doing Emoterama and Fairy Tale Countdown. Lets do this UCT!
At the grocery store. Orange juice was available as:
- No Pulp
- With Pulp
- MORE Pulp
- LOADED With Pulp
They did not have the other levels which are, in order of increasing pulpitude:
- Loaded With Even More Pulp
- Extra Loaded With Lots Of Pulp
- Holy Shit, That’s A Lot Of Pulp
- Seriously. There’s A Lot Of Pulp In This Motherfucker.
- Stop Fucking With Me. Who Would Want This Much Pulp?
- I’m Not Fucking With You. There’s So Much God Damned Pulp In This Sumbitch That You Should Forget A Straw Because You’ll Need A Fucking Ladle.
- Screw The Ladle. Get A Carving Knife.
- No Longer Juice. Slightly Damp Pulp.
- An Orange
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