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Well, I'm thrilled to announce that last week's car wash/girl fight was Clone High's most lucrative fundraiser ever! We made enough to finally get those tinted windows for the albino wing just from Eleanor Roosevelt's contributions alone!
Screw bake sales! From now on we're just going to have an annual GIRL FIGHT! Or perhaps semi-annual, depending upon what the budget calls for. Kudos to both Cleopatra and Joan of Arc for the entrepreneurship they both exhibited. Entrepreneurship here meaning BOOBS! Why, if principals gave grades, I would give both of you A's! Unfortunately, we don't, so you'll just have to work for your grades like everyone else. Except Cleopatra, since I doubt the faculty of Clone High is about to overturn the time-honored tradition of pretty girls getting everything handed to them!
Next order of business: a student council meeting to decide what we will spend this newly-acquired coinage on! I have attempted to contact President Dog via electronic mail, but as of yet I've gotten no answer. I QUESTION HIS LEADERSHIP SKILLS. So I believe what we will do is to accept proposals from all students as to where they would like to see the money go. Forms can be picked up just outside my office. DON'T TOUCH THE DOOR. It's still recovering from the last time some idiotic student laid their greasy little hands on it. I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER'S GRAVE THAT IF ANY OF YOU EVER VANDALIZE MY OFFICE DOOR EVER AGAIN, HEADS WILL ROLL! In a literal sense!
My, I'm clever...none would ever suspect that I, Cinnamon J. Scudworth, shall be all the while leeching from the funds in order to fuel my own diabolical scheme! Which...hasn't exactly been that well planned out yet since I've all but scrapped the whole amusement park plan BUT! It will inevitably involve money. Yes, this will certainly set the ball rolling! Or, swinging, in the case of those infernal little ball motion swingy things. THAT ALWAYS GET IRREVERSIBLY TANGLED! I HAVE SUCH UNBRIDLED FURY FOR THOSE CONTRAPTIONS!
Screw bake sales! From now on we're just going to have an annual GIRL FIGHT! Or perhaps semi-annual, depending upon what the budget calls for. Kudos to both Cleopatra and Joan of Arc for the entrepreneurship they both exhibited. Entrepreneurship here meaning BOOBS! Why, if principals gave grades, I would give both of you A's! Unfortunately, we don't, so you'll just have to work for your grades like everyone else. Except Cleopatra, since I doubt the faculty of Clone High is about to overturn the time-honored tradition of pretty girls getting everything handed to them!
Next order of business: a student council meeting to decide what we will spend this newly-acquired coinage on! I have attempted to contact President Dog via electronic mail, but as of yet I've gotten no answer. I QUESTION HIS LEADERSHIP SKILLS. So I believe what we will do is to accept proposals from all students as to where they would like to see the money go. Forms can be picked up just outside my office. DON'T TOUCH THE DOOR. It's still recovering from the last time some idiotic student laid their greasy little hands on it. I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER'S GRAVE THAT IF ANY OF YOU EVER VANDALIZE MY OFFICE DOOR EVER AGAIN, HEADS WILL ROLL! In a literal sense!
My, I'm clever...none would ever suspect that I, Cinnamon J. Scudworth, shall be all the while leeching from the funds in order to fuel my own diabolical scheme! Which...hasn't exactly been that well planned out yet since I've all but scrapped the whole amusement park plan BUT! It will inevitably involve money. Yes, this will certainly set the ball rolling! Or, swinging, in the case of those infernal little ball motion swingy things. THAT ALWAYS GET IRREVERSIBLY TANGLED! I HAVE SUCH UNBRIDLED FURY FOR THOSE CONTRAPTIONS!