|We put the K in KKK
||[Jan. 20th, 2005|06:55 pm]
|||||Food Deprevation sucks!||]|
Well, I am sorry that I was unable to post for most of this week, from border disputes, my enlistment in the army, and computer issues....I just did not feel like it. Anyway, I felt that if I did not write something soon, the whole Livejournal database would crumble from lack of content, so here I am.
So I was trying to think of something to put on the site, and how I had done possibly everything in just a week, but then I thought perhaps I should start my own cult? So I ordered the Start your own Cult! Starter Kit for 69 dollars and was well on my way to hating a race, gender, religion or David Hasselhoff fan. Anyway, I felt that I should have a mascot for my cult, and who better, than the Koolaid man. I was not expecting him to be so enthusiastic about the opportunity, and you can tell from the picture he is blushing with pride at being my new cult mascot! Also, you can tell he is nearly done digesting a 6 year old Hasselhoff fan..
Next came the predicament of naming my clan....I thought long and hard, and decided that I should name it The. Much like The Who, I felt this would make people uncomfortable, causing them to be caught off guard, and made into easier prey. Plus, The is just a kick ass name...
Well, I had a name, a mascot, and a reason for the clan...Now I just needed members! So, I started my recruiting, hypnotizing music pumping from the jukebox on my shoulder, as I headed for the deep south. I reached Grant County about 3 minutes later, finding the perfect breeding ground for my servants. Rednecks, Playa Hatas and Goths were all around, and I found it rather easy to hold an open audition, much like American Idol.
I came out of the audition with a new pride in The, new members eager to hate, and drink koolaid, and it seemed my basement was the perfect location for our clan meetings. We played games of D&D, talked about the good old days of Atari, and how much better Colgate is than Crest at cleaning Tennis shoes. At about 6pm they had to leave, as my parents were done bringing PBJ sandwiches down every hour, and I dare say our devious plans of world domination had stirred the hearts of all there.
Anyway, if you would wish to join, please state your name, address, favorite sex position, along with a nice ass shot, to my comments section, and I will be sure to get back to you.
The next THE clan meeting will be tomorrow at the Holidae Iyn in Compton.