Well Folks,
I have the dreadful burden of having to write a blog about this Wednesday's activities. I would look upon a moment as this with glee, remembering all the fun things we shared, all the laughs, all the cries and holding each other saying it's all going to be ok. But none of that this week. I came over finding an empty home which merely signifies your empty hearts and calloused thoughts. I will place blame where it needs to belong here shortly. Arriving at the apartment dressed in my finest linens and expecting a fun evening was shattered to pieces when I was greeted with David teaching asians how to speak English and the news that our very sisters had betrayed us. This is the part where my sadness turns to anger, so please forgive me for the following comments.
I place all blame on four women, women that some of us call lovers, others merely friends. Jon Creech and Jonathan Sackett's repeated absences pale in comparison to their insensitive and atrocious offenses. Anisha, Megan, Tiffany and Karo the Russian are to blame for this deed which rivals all the campus safety tickets to innocent southern students that have ever been issued. In the latest polls among the classy night participants, the girls approval ratings are falling faster than a dress on prom night. They have all of spring break to let their careless act eat away at their consciences. When we resume session the Wednesday after spring break we demand an apology and explanation. "We have to go study"..... Psshhhhhh....
Over and Out Compadres
Yours in classiness
-david
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