Let's get to the point: Both are going to suck. Big balls. Huge balls. Sweaty balls. Tennis balls. Dennis the Menace balls. Power tools.
Seriously though, we're screwed. I mean, organising the May Ball isn't our duty, but I want it to be good; it's going to be a lasting memory of Edgehill and I want at least one good memory of my time there. Is it so much to ask? Jebus. Buddha. Zeus. Someone?
I think Edgehill's about due for pulling something half-standard outta their ass rather than everything being sub-standard, as is the norm.
I dunno, the May Ball shouldn't be too bad. Offers of drinking competitions and rounds from teachers is a good start and I've managed to stay off the rejected table again. I'm getting good.
So the Valedictory. Oh man, we're screwed. We've gotta organise that shit. How the hell can we pull it off? We don't know what we're doing. We're like a redneck who's just been told he's President of the USA. What do we do? Become illiterate and go to war with Iraq? I dunno. We can't do nothing or we'll go down as the bums of Edgehill. How humiliating would that be? The most retarded students of a school riddled with retards. We don't have any idea what we're going to do. If anyone out there has already been in a valedictory service or something similar, or is also planning one, let me know what the hell you're doing. For the love of Jesus, Buddha, John Smith, Muha..no screw him he's gay.
Anyway. Yeah. Time for an essay.
Seriously though, we're screwed. I mean, organising the May Ball isn't our duty, but I want it to be good; it's going to be a lasting memory of Edgehill and I want at least one good memory of my time there. Is it so much to ask? Jebus. Buddha. Zeus. Someone?
I think Edgehill's about due for pulling something half-standard outta their ass rather than everything being sub-standard, as is the norm.
I dunno, the May Ball shouldn't be too bad. Offers of drinking competitions and rounds from teachers is a good start and I've managed to stay off the rejected table again. I'm getting good.
So the Valedictory. Oh man, we're screwed. We've gotta organise that shit. How the hell can we pull it off? We don't know what we're doing. We're like a redneck who's just been told he's President of the USA. What do we do? Become illiterate and go to war with Iraq? I dunno. We can't do nothing or we'll go down as the bums of Edgehill. How humiliating would that be? The most retarded students of a school riddled with retards. We don't have any idea what we're going to do. If anyone out there has already been in a valedictory service or something similar, or is also planning one, let me know what the hell you're doing. For the love of Jesus, Buddha, John Smith, Muha..no screw him he's gay.
Anyway. Yeah. Time for an essay.
Donkey balls.
'The most retarded students of a school riddled with retards.'
- Pure comedy gold.
Yes, you are going to fail and i am so glad i have nothing to do with it, so i can't be blamed. Don't you just know i'd be blamed. Now you get to be blamed. It feels like Christmas in here. Yay for Christmas.
May Ball was excellent. Unfortunately the Valedictory sucked so badly as if to make up for it.
I say briefly: Best! Useful information. Good job guys.
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