GO TEAM VENTURE!
...somehow, the mental image of Kaylin striking her fist in the air gave me the inspiration to put that as my subject title.
Today was nearly positively abysmal, sort of like when you wish you could eat that succulent pork only to find that it had been replaced with not-so-meaty tuna salad. Apparently, that isn't so far from the truth.
But - I do thank my family filipino genes, as I had nice, meaty and vegetable-y Sinigang (mmm...I love me some chicken and sour soup).
Work...well, I won't go into that, except for the fact that flaming Mexican man - Marty - decided to play Dirty Sanchez's "Fucking on the Dance Floor" during closing time and the filipina co-worker, Alicia, had a traditionally expected fit when she heard the lyrics:
Look at you with your hand on my tit
Check you out with your mouth on my dick
Singing gay men are so wonderful.
Alicia's shellshocked face was more grave and surprised than a man finding a dead baby in his bathtub covered in whale semen and marinated in brotwurst juice.
Jonathan Swift's A Modest Proposal is quite possibly one of the largest sources from which I leech my humor. Nothing screams hilarity like manmeat cannibalism.
So, to hilariously alienate Alicia, Marty and I ran around the store singing the lyrics. Angel (sweet newbie who naturally has the light "cougar" voice [YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, RIGHT?! lol] and lines of deliciousness) laughed her butt off as Marty did his expected catwalk.
Note: Gay men dance freaking awesome.
Added Note: All of Marty's iPod songs have some person singing/rapping about sex...or singing/rapping in a bed voice. I need his playlist. XD
OH! And apparently the creepy he-woman I sit next to in Ethics is an avid yaoi reader...and I've never noticed up until now. @_O I have the cross-streets to the store from which she buys these delectable manlove romances. Who wants to go with? XD
(This, however awesome it may be, will still not distract me from the fact that he-woman scares the living fecal matter from my bowels. Evolution has not worked well with her. X_X)
And yes, I am going to prom with Jared-man. XD W00T for second senior prom...? Apparently the freshman and sophmores fucked the seniors over, though, because at Winter Formal the underclassmen literally went apeshit all over each other...
in the biblical sense. (says this in wary southern accent)
So, because of exposed breast and rubbed ball packages (that sounds like a new franchise, doesn't it?...or does it already exist?! PORNOGRAPHY!), Strachan-the-Cheerleader-Coach (*COUGH*) went around to all the classrooms and posted new rules for prom, one of which included:
"There will be no vulgar or inappropriate rubbing of private areas, or any movement deemed sexual...etc etc etc etc." (Mind you, this took up an entire page of wasted paper...that was pink...pink represents quite a number of things, many of which are perverted. If anyone who printed the document had realized the psychological implications, I don't think they would have chosen pink as their paper color depicting conformity).
But will that stop anyone? Doubtful.
Will that stop me from being absolutely vulgar and scaring the wits out of people? Hell no.
As I have told Jared, it will be expected for me to creep up behind people while they are dancing/standing/fucking and cackle madly (or some similarly disturbing action, such as staring at them with really wide eyes and breathing as if I am Mr. Myers feeling tall for the first time [read: his wet dream])...or request the dj to play Lambchop's "This is the Song that Never Ends!"
Or the Chibiusa (the voice actor who did her voice for Sailor Moon, anyway) version of "The Real Slim Shady." If you haven't heard it...
http://animerapeng.ytmnd.com/
I could listen to that all day. No joke.
It's sadly addictive.
...I need sleep. @_@
NIGHT ALL!