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Message To The Future by Mr. T., The C, Saint
March 19th, 2007 4:44 PM
Last Friday, I handed both Saint and Mr. T. envelops with "March 19th 11:04 AM" on them.
I had spent the night before trying to figure out what I would want them to say. Should it be important? Artistic?
I settled on crazy.
Although I was not around when they read it, both of them assure me that they did. Mr. T. In front of many people, and Saint in front of at least 3 who heard.
Here is the letter they had to read, be witness to my strange sense of humor.
Hear ye all, I demand attention!
I, the lord of all things containing both cheese and mayo proclaim the following.
All those wearing pants at this present moment are heathens and should be treated as thus. My brethren and I of the no pants and skirts coalition will rise up against you denim wearing
overlords and claim what was once rightfully ours!
I've seen you! Strutting around, feeling so fancy fresh with your legs covered! Well I say this:
Pizza is a perfectly valid form of birth control! If you refute this, I suggest you look deep down, into your creamy center of morals and see the tangled mass of light bulbs that makes you believe so. Crush this bulbs like you would a worm, a worm in your pathway towards greater glory!
Now that I sufficiently have your attention, I will continue with my true purpose here. To announce my candidacy to be the first president with five limbs. I will be taking suggestions on how to accomplish this shortly, but first, I must reveal my stances on the issues.
The number one topic I feel must be addressed is the pencil riot going on at the moment. I know you all are very distressed about this, "What will we write with?" You ask yourself. "Erasable pens suck." You yell. I answer this with the advice my grandfather left me. "My polka-dot dress matched my face and still I had to sit through 12 courses."
In conclusion, I hope you all have enjoyed my speech, and will take my advice to heart in all your future endeavors. Live long, and prosper.
I had spent the night before trying to figure out what I would want them to say. Should it be important? Artistic?
I settled on crazy.
Although I was not around when they read it, both of them assure me that they did. Mr. T. In front of many people, and Saint in front of at least 3 who heard.
Here is the letter they had to read, be witness to my strange sense of humor.
Hear ye all, I demand attention!
I, the lord of all things containing both cheese and mayo proclaim the following.
All those wearing pants at this present moment are heathens and should be treated as thus. My brethren and I of the no pants and skirts coalition will rise up against you denim wearing
overlords and claim what was once rightfully ours!
I've seen you! Strutting around, feeling so fancy fresh with your legs covered! Well I say this:
Pizza is a perfectly valid form of birth control! If you refute this, I suggest you look deep down, into your creamy center of morals and see the tangled mass of light bulbs that makes you believe so. Crush this bulbs like you would a worm, a worm in your pathway towards greater glory!
Now that I sufficiently have your attention, I will continue with my true purpose here. To announce my candidacy to be the first president with five limbs. I will be taking suggestions on how to accomplish this shortly, but first, I must reveal my stances on the issues.
The number one topic I feel must be addressed is the pencil riot going on at the moment. I know you all are very distressed about this, "What will we write with?" You ask yourself. "Erasable pens suck." You yell. I answer this with the advice my grandfather left me. "My polka-dot dress matched my face and still I had to sit through 12 courses."
In conclusion, I hope you all have enjoyed my speech, and will take my advice to heart in all your future endeavors. Live long, and prosper.
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posted by Mr. T. on March 19th, 2007 5:27 PM
I know what you mean. I was giggling like a drooling idiot the whole time I read.
posted by Saint on March 19th, 2007 5:37 PM
All that can truly be said is that calvin is one sick, screwed up dude sometimes!!!
posted by Mr. T. on March 19th, 2007 8:16 PM
Truth. But we love him for it. (Just not like that.)
Probably one of the weirdest tasks so far, other than my fun with combustion one. I must say, even though my reading isn't pictured, it wasn't as exciting as Mr.T's. Mine pretty much consisted of me reading this extremely random document to about five or six completely inattentive classmates out on the A 1 porch. The surprise of reading something aloud like that was just too shocking to read without laughing.