Dec 23, 2005 21:31
Pat and I have agreed to get a huge, cylindrical house so that there is a ten-story ball pit in the middle of it. Pat will become president and will operate trap doors in the oval office which will send people down into the ball-pit of despair, where my authority as secretary of shadows will take effect. As US secretary of shadows, I promise to:
-make my clientel realize how worthless and hollow their lives and harvard diplomas are.
-utilize "creative and effective methods of extraction."
-turn my subordinates into mumbling, mindless drones of my affliction.
-do the same to my clientel.
-keep a clean and orderly office.
-"mums the word!" as our motto.
-take charge of the sublimal messaging system and finally put it to some good use.
-do it my way.
Although, for now I must settle for my position as Supreme Overlord of Westtown. Articles proposed by Read Connolly last week:
"We be burning, not concerning what nobody got to say."
Read's argument was a valid and convincing one. All of the B2 prefects agreed unanimously that we "should legalize it."
2nd article of business was the change of Westtown's slogan from "Everything that matters most" to, "Welcome to Sleepless Hollow, now throw the decaf out the window and smile!"
Any suggestions, concerns? Please contact your benevolent overlord today!