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Fandom Radio | Sunday Morning | May 15
--mpletely ridiculous! ...oh dude! You turned it on! That is beyond not cool and I will be speaking to your...rodent leader.
Ahem. Excuse that temporary equipment malfunction.
Good morning, Fandom! Once again this is Caroline Forbes of room four-thirteen bringing you the news in exchange for the donuts our local wildlife totally stole from me. I know, this is some sort of weird coercion, but since I can't bring myself to hurt the little bastards, I'm doing their job.
It seems we begin with notes from SCHOOL where there were no classes because it was Saturday and no one here is dumb enough for that level of remediation. But apparently the library was still open because people need books to stay smart and my friend Bod was reading up on Iceland like a giant nerd. Not even any of the teachers were nerdy enough to be in their office, so Bod, you totally win the cute geek prize this week. Come claim your donut. It's jelly-filled.
While Bod chose to read about Iceland, it seems most of us DORM-dwellers were out making use of the Icelandic waterfalls. Or so I'm choosing to believe because otherwise everyone was in hiding while Sam played Pink Floyd on his...no, that can't be right. Who listens to records? Like, that's pre my mother's generation. This Sam must be from way in the past unlike hot computers professor Sam. Anyway, that Butters guy was with me on the 'dude, get an iPod' thing and he wondered if his roommate was high due to his musical selection which was less judgment and more assumption because come the hell on, past-Sam. Later on, in the room directly below mine, Luke was sitting in the dark and his creeper roommate came in and never turned on the light but thought talking about camp and necklaces and people who fail at getting drunk was good conversation. I'm gonna go with a no there.
Even the common rooms were lacking people. Well, not all people since Topher, who the squirrel notes was too lazy to change out of his pajamas, hung out in the rec room to play XBox. Boys. I'm betting his pajamas are his normal clothes, too. Unlike Ariel who I am assured was in her bikini for a late night solo swim in the pool. Um, Ariel, sweetie? That is like a really bad horror movie just waiting to happen. Just so you're aware. Pools at night? Begging for like, murder or body swapping, or really unattractive stalkers with bombs strapped to their chests.
That said, it seems we're ready to see what stalkers we have in this quiet TOWN of ours. Mayor Cable was working his gun shop with a toddler in tow - need I pass judgment here? -when our oddly-dressed Veep shows up to argue about how much easier it is to clean brain matter than blood. Okay, what's sad is that I can totally get in this conversation. Blood is so hard to get out of clothes. I mean really, get a little overzealous and it's basically time for a new outfit, just retire the one your wearing because blood stained donations totally make people look at you funny.
Um. But not as funny as people we all will look at people who enjoy doing paperwork, Jane at Turtle and Canary, we're looking at you. Might as well throw Roy in that category, too unless his legal 'briefs' hold a much dirtier connotation that I would enjoy getting censored for talking about. Ahem.
In further old people news, Bo opened the Devil's Nest and Jane emerged from paperwork hell to order something devilish. I wish we could assume something dirty there but old people, ew. Bo also got his old dude flirt on with Isabela who comes from a land of no luxuries. What does that mean? They don't have leather appointed seating in their cars or are we talking like, no running water? Apparently Bo told Eric she comes from a land without vampires like him, which I'm hoping means that Eric is a good vampire like me and not some total crazy murderer vampire intent on decimating the population of the island because someone said he had Justin Bieber hair.
*chittering*
Oh, I see how it is, one mention of the Beebs and you give me back my donuts! Whatever, enjoy your day, Fandom. I'm taking my breakfast and heading back to a bed that had better still be warm.
Ahem. Excuse that temporary equipment malfunction.
Good morning, Fandom! Once again this is Caroline Forbes of room four-thirteen bringing you the news in exchange for the donuts our local wildlife totally stole from me. I know, this is some sort of weird coercion, but since I can't bring myself to hurt the little bastards, I'm doing their job.
It seems we begin with notes from SCHOOL where there were no classes because it was Saturday and no one here is dumb enough for that level of remediation. But apparently the library was still open because people need books to stay smart and my friend Bod was reading up on Iceland like a giant nerd. Not even any of the teachers were nerdy enough to be in their office, so Bod, you totally win the cute geek prize this week. Come claim your donut. It's jelly-filled.
While Bod chose to read about Iceland, it seems most of us DORM-dwellers were out making use of the Icelandic waterfalls. Or so I'm choosing to believe because otherwise everyone was in hiding while Sam played Pink Floyd on his...no, that can't be right. Who listens to records? Like, that's pre my mother's generation. This Sam must be from way in the past unlike hot computers professor Sam. Anyway, that Butters guy was with me on the 'dude, get an iPod' thing and he wondered if his roommate was high due to his musical selection which was less judgment and more assumption because come the hell on, past-Sam. Later on, in the room directly below mine, Luke was sitting in the dark and his creeper roommate came in and never turned on the light but thought talking about camp and necklaces and people who fail at getting drunk was good conversation. I'm gonna go with a no there.
Even the common rooms were lacking people. Well, not all people since Topher, who the squirrel notes was too lazy to change out of his pajamas, hung out in the rec room to play XBox. Boys. I'm betting his pajamas are his normal clothes, too. Unlike Ariel who I am assured was in her bikini for a late night solo swim in the pool. Um, Ariel, sweetie? That is like a really bad horror movie just waiting to happen. Just so you're aware. Pools at night? Begging for like, murder or body swapping, or really unattractive stalkers with bombs strapped to their chests.
That said, it seems we're ready to see what stalkers we have in this quiet TOWN of ours. Mayor Cable was working his gun shop with a toddler in tow - need I pass judgment here? -when our oddly-dressed Veep shows up to argue about how much easier it is to clean brain matter than blood. Okay, what's sad is that I can totally get in this conversation. Blood is so hard to get out of clothes. I mean really, get a little overzealous and it's basically time for a new outfit, just retire the one your wearing because blood stained donations totally make people look at you funny.
Um. But not as funny as people we all will look at people who enjoy doing paperwork, Jane at Turtle and Canary, we're looking at you. Might as well throw Roy in that category, too unless his legal 'briefs' hold a much dirtier connotation that I would enjoy getting censored for talking about. Ahem.
In further old people news, Bo opened the Devil's Nest and Jane emerged from paperwork hell to order something devilish. I wish we could assume something dirty there but old people, ew. Bo also got his old dude flirt on with Isabela who comes from a land of no luxuries. What does that mean? They don't have leather appointed seating in their cars or are we talking like, no running water? Apparently Bo told Eric she comes from a land without vampires like him, which I'm hoping means that Eric is a good vampire like me and not some total crazy murderer vampire intent on decimating the population of the island because someone said he had Justin Bieber hair.
*chittering*
Oh, I see how it is, one mention of the Beebs and you give me back my donuts! Whatever, enjoy your day, Fandom. I'm taking my breakfast and heading back to a bed that had better still be warm.