Friday, 18 December 2009
03:57:41 AM (GMT)
Today at school
I was given asd.
That, my dear companions, is afterschool detention.
Why did I receive such an unjustly punishment, you might ask?
Well, if you asked, here is the answer:
Santa was at my school today, in the center hall.
Many of the high schoolers Meerly glanced at him and was on their way, but I, miss
Bella, had my trusty notebook and I approached said santa.
Me: Sir, may I have a moment of your time?
Santa: Ho, ho, hoo- of course little girl, but first didn't you know that the middle
schoolers had to meet in the gym?
(I wanted to hit him, but it's not his fault I look like in twelve.)
Me: I'm a sophomore, sir. First I'd like to know if there is any correlation between
you and the so-called Jesus Christ?
Santa: Heh, well young lady I don't believe there is.
("don't believe" meaning he is not sure meaning he has a loss of identity.)
Me: Mhm. Did you realize that if you move the "n" in your name it spells Satan? Was
this for a purpose? Are you trying to corrupt our society with your stupid candy
(Note: I dislike Christmas.)
Santa: (nervously) Ho, ho, ho... Little girl I'd watch how you talk to me... I'll put
you on the naughty list.
Me: Why you say "ho, ho, ho"? Do you have a full supply of hoes at the northpole? Do
you have a strange fetish for midgets an dress up? And I'm already going to hell,
Mrs.Treadway: MISS ISSABELLA!
Me: Yes Mrs.Tread-my-way?
Mrs.Treadway: ...young lady you have been harrassing the santa's since last year.
Unfair, don't you think?