Anarchist Philanthropist Club, Tuesday After Classes
Today, when the Anarchist Philanthropist club met, it was outside. Jim was grinning, a surfboard-like object tucked under one arm, and a few (reusable fabric) grocery bags slung over his other shoulder. Out of the bag were poking a few pieces of paper with little foil packets taped to them. At least two of these things (the grin and the environmentally friendly bags stuffed with things) were shared by his compatriot and fellow not-leader as well, though Britta’s grin definitely had a certain smirking quality to it, too.
Bet you can't guess where this one is going, guys.
"Hey, all," Jim greeted, nodding to the group. "Since today is Valentine's Day, which I guess is some big Earth holiday about love and candy and cheap greeting cards, and since everyone has been feeling a little... you know... lately," because you did know, and he was too Disney to go into detail, damn it, "Britta and I figured it couldn't hurt to put out some educational material today, and something that people around the island will find useful, all things considered."
“Because, let’s face it,” Britta offered, “Valentine’s Day is a horrible corporate ploy to get people to buy things by playing on women’s insecurities and propagating the idea that, in order for a relationship to be successful, you need to collect on materialistic possessions or have something proven to you, but it’s also a good time to get laid and have some fun.”
Britta? Not so Disney.
Jim kind of side-eyed Britta for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing. "So, we took it upon ourselves to try to clear up those... misconceptions about things. And to help accommodate all of the... fun..." Jim was not having difficulty with this, shut up. "In the bags are pamphlets about.... fun... things... And some... you know. And we're going to hand them out."
Informational materials about sex, with condoms taped to them, Jim. Spit it out, the words won't bite.
"Or just kind of litter the island with them," he added as an afterthought. Because that part was way easier to wrap his little virgin mind around.
Britta wasn’t snickering the whole time, really! Okay, she was, but most of it was just because Jim was adorable. “So go out there, fellow anarchists! Let’s litter this town with knowledge! Fill the streets! Plaster every immovable surface! Who knows? You might even get a little lucky with it, too.”
Bet you can't guess where this one is going, guys.
"Hey, all," Jim greeted, nodding to the group. "Since today is Valentine's Day, which I guess is some big Earth holiday about love and candy and cheap greeting cards, and since everyone has been feeling a little... you know... lately," because you did know, and he was too Disney to go into detail, damn it, "Britta and I figured it couldn't hurt to put out some educational material today, and something that people around the island will find useful, all things considered."
“Because, let’s face it,” Britta offered, “Valentine’s Day is a horrible corporate ploy to get people to buy things by playing on women’s insecurities and propagating the idea that, in order for a relationship to be successful, you need to collect on materialistic possessions or have something proven to you, but it’s also a good time to get laid and have some fun.”
Britta? Not so Disney.
Jim kind of side-eyed Britta for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing. "So, we took it upon ourselves to try to clear up those... misconceptions about things. And to help accommodate all of the... fun..." Jim was not having difficulty with this, shut up. "In the bags are pamphlets about.... fun... things... And some... you know. And we're going to hand them out."
Informational materials about sex, with condoms taped to them, Jim. Spit it out, the words won't bite.
"Or just kind of litter the island with them," he added as an afterthought. Because that part was way easier to wrap his little virgin mind around.
Britta wasn’t snickering the whole time, really! Okay, she was, but most of it was just because Jim was adorable. “So go out there, fellow anarchists! Let’s litter this town with knowledge! Fill the streets! Plaster every immovable surface! Who knows? You might even get a little lucky with it, too.”