"And then there'll be a rocket launcher!"
Today's Friday.
Formal Friday for the band kids. Fuck.
Awkwardness in English, some mild staring. Okay, it was a lot of staring. But hey, he had black on this time, and that beats even red.
Moving on.
Dressed up today to be 'Peter' for Advanced Comp. Should be fun. Wore a tie. Prettier than David's. I win.
Miranda and I spent lunch wishing we weren't so damn preeminent. Then came up with an idea for an advert for TURKS. It's kinda crazy and politically incorrect fucked-up, but we like it.
A lot.
It starts with Miranda-gone-Arab, standing in the middle of the lunch room, during one of our 'OHMIGOD, WE'RE TOO BLUE RIBBON FOR YOU LOLZ' lunch days. With the DJ and everything. Miranda, decked out in a turban and gone 20 shades darker in the skin department, shouts, "I have a new Turban!" in Arabic.
The room goes silent.
The Principal-principle blinks, and one of the other kids screams, "OH GOD! THERE'S A BOMB IN HER TURBAN!"
Mass panic. For all of five seconds.
Principal-principle quickly pulls on a conveniently placed string, and the DJ's tablecloth flies up, revealing....
...A rocket launcher.
Miranda pales. Principal-principle fires. Gianormous explosion, that only manages to damage a tiny path towards Miranda. Lots of shiny. A random 300-dropout appears, shouting, "SPARTAAAAAA!"
The shiny fades, and Miranda slow-mo falls, burnt and crispy. A mexican kid wanders over, complete with sombrero, and pokes her. Prinicipal-principle grins evilly, but then notices that his confetti-holding ball on the ceiling is starting to fall.
It hits Miranda and the mexican, explodes into confetti, and a cake promptly falls on their heads. The room goes silent, and then all of the students whip out guns and point them at Prinipal-principle, shouting incoherently in Arabic... Again.
...Then we cut to one of our MANY slogans, saying; "TURKS - Insulting the world, one culture turban at a time."
...Yeah. You probably shouldn't click that if you're insulted by rocket launchers, racist Prinicpals, or turban-bashing. Or if you're mexican.
Arrepentido, el amigo.
Jesus, I hope that online translator's right, or I'm gonna be shot. <<
Formal Friday for the band kids. Fuck.
Awkwardness in English, some mild staring. Okay, it was a lot of staring. But hey, he had black on this time, and that beats even red.
Moving on.
Dressed up today to be 'Peter' for Advanced Comp. Should be fun. Wore a tie. Prettier than David's. I win.
Miranda and I spent lunch wishing we weren't so damn preeminent. Then came up with an idea for an advert for TURKS. It's kinda crazy and politically incorrect fucked-up, but we like it.
A lot.
It starts with Miranda-gone-Arab, standing in the middle of the lunch room, during one of our 'OHMIGOD, WE'RE TOO BLUE RIBBON FOR YOU LOLZ' lunch days. With the DJ and everything. Miranda, decked out in a turban and gone 20 shades darker in the skin department, shouts, "I have a new Turban!" in Arabic.
The room goes silent.
The Principal-principle blinks, and one of the other kids screams, "OH GOD! THERE'S A BOMB IN HER TURBAN!"
Mass panic. For all of five seconds.
Principal-principle quickly pulls on a conveniently placed string, and the DJ's tablecloth flies up, revealing....
...A rocket launcher.
Miranda pales. Principal-principle fires. Gianormous explosion, that only manages to damage a tiny path towards Miranda. Lots of shiny. A random 300-dropout appears, shouting, "SPARTAAAAAA!"
The shiny fades, and Miranda slow-mo falls, burnt and crispy. A mexican kid wanders over, complete with sombrero, and pokes her. Prinicipal-principle grins evilly, but then notices that his confetti-holding ball on the ceiling is starting to fall.
It hits Miranda and the mexican, explodes into confetti, and a cake promptly falls on their heads. The room goes silent, and then all of the students whip out guns and point them at Prinipal-principle, shouting incoherently in Arabic... Again.
...Then we cut to one of our MANY slogans, saying; "TURKS - Insulting the world, one culture turban at a time."
...Yeah. You probably shouldn't click that if you're insulted by rocket launchers, racist Prinicpals, or turban-bashing. Or if you're mexican.
Arrepentido, el amigo.
Jesus, I hope that online translator's right, or I'm gonna be shot. <<