When The Air That We Breathe Becomes Air That We Choke

. . is how you know school's been running for too long.

All the seniors won't be here tomorrow, and in Newspaper that's, like, half the class. People are all, "Boo hoo hoo, all the seniors are leaving, all my wonderful friends, cry cry sob." Not me. I'm (mostly) glad the seniors are gone - I couldn't take it anymore. Now I'M the top of the school.

All my class is trying to run for senior Senate, and I keep tellin' 'em, "GUYS, I'M NEUTRAL. ME NO VOTE-Y FOR YOU. GO AWAY." But that just seems to encourage them.

To meh seniors, I say this:

IM IN UR SHCOOL, PWNING UR FRSHMN!

*claps* oh yes! LOLJink!



Enjoy the kitties. And here's Jink signing off with:


~Jink