NOstalgia

Ahh, the youth of today. So extravagant, so innocent, so… smoochy?!

            My little Aibatt squeaked in both my ears a nonchalant and humble story…NOT!

            Well, little baby Aibatt told me about the “fling-fling” people have these days.

            I was at the Third temple of Ra as I call it along with a few neophyte cultists in which we all sat(we were four then) in the pedestal of glory. I was at POG 7, Chill Golb the articulate at POG 8, Mr. Team Rocket at POG 9, and Moniker of Aggravated Reasonal Gloated Igneous Element “Pr” at the last but certainly the least pedestal, the POG 10. “pr” and Glob were searching for scientific reason on why motion is equal to 25 + 10x – 1022p/ 45/69 + e=mcdonalds – jollibee. Team rocket was playing Need For Speed: Alcohol. I was playing C2jam. “Pr” and Team Rocket saw through my pedestal. They think it is COOL!!!!!!!!!!

            So on they played. Glob was still posting sticky graffiti on the spider webs at the POG. Being a Psymaster, I Sensed the approach.

            I overlooked something. They SMACKED!!! Eww…

            Now, they are making quite a fuss in the temple.

            Friar Sheyla is telling me about this. I really didn’t notice that mr. I HATE YOUR BLOG BECAUSE I AM THE SUCCULENT ONE was talking about us.

            Ouch, I say!

            I’m the invisible man.