I was going to write a post about how the ski trip in the Poconos with the gay cheerleaders started out beautifully and then turned into an emotional disaster on the scale of Hiroshima or Carrie: The Musical, but at cheerleading practice tonight the spirit stick was once again awarded to someone other than me, so all my mental energy has been diverted to planning my impending killing spree.
Oh dear.
It’s time to get postal.
Vengeance will be thine. Plus, I can imagine you’ll come up with several appropriate ways to use the spirit stick as a murder weapon.
Faustus, don’t you have a spirit stick already? Look down. 😉
Just tell them where they can put their spirit stick. Asses. What do they know about spirit anyway?
I think you should go up to the current holder of the SS and say with challenge in your tone, “Bring it.”
Yay! Cheerleader Killing Spree! I smell….Lifetime Made-for-Television Movie!