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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, January 2, 2018
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revengenotebookI can't believe this is what counts as an extracurricular around here. Just wait until I tell Harvard in my applications that my after school activity was deciphering squirrel-written notes about my fellow classmates. They'll have me tested.
*chittering*
How am I possibly supposed to know what you're saying? I don't speak squirrel. This is Paris Geller and I've been handed a stack of paper that I'm assuming is what everyone was up to yesterday but, again, gathered by squirrels so I think the source might be slight compromised. I'd call it 'fake news' but that phrase makes me break into hives.
There were classes, so for those of you who were too hungover to get out of bed, well, now you're behind too. But let's be honest here, if you're hungover teenagers, you're already making poor life choices. In Cooking for the Distinterested, we had to make a new, nastier hangover food based entirely on the McDonald's breakfast menu. If you have never pulled open a McGriddle to see what's inside, let me tell you right now: don't. Don't do it. Home Ec did the introduction and 'what do want to learn in this class' thing, and I told Ms. Davis that I need to learn how to do laundry--
*snickering*
Shut up, you don't even wear clothes. Fedoras hardly count. Where did you even find squirrel-sized...you know that just leads to madness. I don't care that much. In our final class note, World Mythology, met and they got to talk about their favorite myth. I had to make food with used hashbrowns instead of an actually useful class? Ugh.
Give me the rest of the---
*chittering*
That's it? Really? Well, I guess that makes sense, since it was the first of the year and you are all slackers. Be more interesting next week, okay? Otherwise it's just me and the squirrels staring at each other and that's going to get really old really fast.
*chittering*
How am I possibly supposed to know what you're saying? I don't speak squirrel. This is Paris Geller and I've been handed a stack of paper that I'm assuming is what everyone was up to yesterday but, again, gathered by squirrels so I think the source might be slight compromised. I'd call it 'fake news' but that phrase makes me break into hives.
There were classes, so for those of you who were too hungover to get out of bed, well, now you're behind too. But let's be honest here, if you're hungover teenagers, you're already making poor life choices. In Cooking for the Distinterested, we had to make a new, nastier hangover food based entirely on the McDonald's breakfast menu. If you have never pulled open a McGriddle to see what's inside, let me tell you right now: don't. Don't do it. Home Ec did the introduction and 'what do want to learn in this class' thing, and I told Ms. Davis that I need to learn how to do laundry--
*snickering*
Shut up, you don't even wear clothes. Fedoras hardly count. Where did you even find squirrel-sized...you know that just leads to madness. I don't care that much. In our final class note, World Mythology, met and they got to talk about their favorite myth. I had to make food with used hashbrowns instead of an actually useful class? Ugh.
Give me the rest of the---
*chittering*
That's it? Really? Well, I guess that makes sense, since it was the first of the year and you are all slackers. Be more interesting next week, okay? Otherwise it's just me and the squirrels staring at each other and that's going to get really old really fast.