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Fandom Radio [Friday, November 29, 2013]
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rilla-myrilla.livejournal.comHappy day after Thanksgiving, everyone! It's now appropriate to sing holiday songs and eat until you groan from now until New Year's Eve!
*chittering*
No, I'm pretty sure that's a law.
We didn't have classes yesterday because of the holiday, but the Student Council hosted a Thanksgiving dinner potluck for those who didn't go home. Mr. Brink complimented Miss Drew for looking like a girl and they wondered if the Student Council will ever host an event that isn't covered in glitter. I've been here four years and so I have to say...no. That will never happen. Mr. Brink tried to convince Mr. Kirk that he was a food quality inspector, but it didn't really work...and now I'm wondering if Mr. Brink should be thankful for not getting hit yesterday. Miss Lightwod and Mr. Lahey talked about their contributions to the potluck and Miss Lightwood warned him that her brother might be paying him a call of a 'don't hurt my sister' variety. There was lots of food, of course, and Mr. Brink told Miss Lightwood that her cookies tasted terrible. Mr. Brink, that is quite rude. Miss Drew tried a cookie too and was quite complimentary! Mr. Flick and Miss Lightwood teased each other about potentially crying in public--the cookies can't have been that bad--and Mr. Flick said this event was going to be much different from what he experienced at home. Miss Drew assured Mr. Kirk that if he fell asleep she would definitely not draw on his face with markers. I'm not sure she was being that genuine; someone should check on Mr. Kirk. Mr. Brink finally found something to approve of: Miss Jones brought Rice Krispie treats. What are they?
*chittering*
Oooooh. Those sound lovely. And in other Thanksgiving news, Mr. Poole celebrated alone, and Mr. Hale was eating Chinese food until Mr. Stilinski stopped over with fried apple pies. Do those go together? I should check with Dr. Lecter.
Hopefully any stomach pangs you have from all of that food pass quickly, Fandom! Enjoy the weekend.
*chittering*
No, I'm pretty sure that's a law.
We didn't have classes yesterday because of the holiday, but the Student Council hosted a Thanksgiving dinner potluck for those who didn't go home. Mr. Brink complimented Miss Drew for looking like a girl and they wondered if the Student Council will ever host an event that isn't covered in glitter. I've been here four years and so I have to say...no. That will never happen. Mr. Brink tried to convince Mr. Kirk that he was a food quality inspector, but it didn't really work...and now I'm wondering if Mr. Brink should be thankful for not getting hit yesterday. Miss Lightwod and Mr. Lahey talked about their contributions to the potluck and Miss Lightwood warned him that her brother might be paying him a call of a 'don't hurt my sister' variety. There was lots of food, of course, and Mr. Brink told Miss Lightwood that her cookies tasted terrible. Mr. Brink, that is quite rude. Miss Drew tried a cookie too and was quite complimentary! Mr. Flick and Miss Lightwood teased each other about potentially crying in public--the cookies can't have been that bad--and Mr. Flick said this event was going to be much different from what he experienced at home. Miss Drew assured Mr. Kirk that if he fell asleep she would definitely not draw on his face with markers. I'm not sure she was being that genuine; someone should check on Mr. Kirk. Mr. Brink finally found something to approve of: Miss Jones brought Rice Krispie treats. What are they?
*chittering*
Oooooh. Those sound lovely. And in other Thanksgiving news, Mr. Poole celebrated alone, and Mr. Hale was eating Chinese food until Mr. Stilinski stopped over with fried apple pies. Do those go together? I should check with Dr. Lecter.
Hopefully any stomach pangs you have from all of that food pass quickly, Fandom! Enjoy the weekend.