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  • Sunday, February 01, 2004

    Mustard!? Don't let's be silly!
    Ahem. I've been watching Alice in Wonderland for the past three days straight. That's healthy, right? I mean, it's not like I've been watching it for four days straight... I still haven't gotten tired of it. How can you get tired of that movie? It's flippin awesome.

    Anyway.. yeahhh.. about Friday night... well. Um, yeah. Serves you all right. Seriously. For those if you who are still in the dark.. or simply stumbled over this blog, here's what 'went down':

    Bored, and still unable to get my car up the driveway, I stumble across the street to Eddie and Casey's house. Halfway across the yard I'm greeted by a snowball in the side of my face. Angered, yet slightly amused that anyone would attempt such a thing, I look around for the perp(s). Shortly after, I find them hiding artlessly behind a tree (begging for mercy, mind you). They obviously knew I was coming, but how? Anyway we opted to end our tiff and search for Mandy, who's been MIA for a few days. Not really, but she has been very elusive.

    Slightly suspicious as to how Eddie and Casey knew I was coming, Mandy's sudden disappearance, and numerous calls claiming to 'know what I did last winter' (another story, another time), I began putting the pieces together. My friends were about to set me up. So. I slip away claiming to need the wittle girls woom, and whip out the phone. After a few well placed calls my plan was in action. Finally, the three of us end up at Mandy's house, where she was still nowhere to be found. They 'lure' me to the orchard.. I assumed, since it was already getting dark, they were going to lead me to the creepy tire shed (where Mandy was possibly waiting with a shitload of snowballs) and desert me. When it was dark. Near the haunted, creepy shed. Even though I knew it was coming.. I still didn't want to do it.. because, let's face it, that shed is creepy. Then I saw my lackies making their way through the trees (I called Brent and Lucy while I was in the wittle girls woom and asked them to follow Eddie, Casey, and me with 'proper supplies'... which turned out to be a supersoaker filled with ketchup and a few Halloween decorations).

    Anyway.. we arrived at the shed (surprise) and Eddie claims to need to go back for a flashlight.. a few minutes later Casey goes to 'look for him'. Whatever. I take this time to begin a pile of ammo. Anyway, somehow they had sneaked into the back of the shed and I heard a scream. Five figures emerged from the shed, three of which were covered in ketchcup and silly string-- the other two laughing hysterically. Anyway, I make my point by finishing the three off with some snowballs. They never saw it coming. Now, the point of this story is: Please do not try to fool Jen. You'll only make yourself look bad. And end up smelling like condiments.

    Well, there you have it. Mandy seems to have disappeared again, so if you see a freakishly tall asian girl roaming around Chippewa, please tackle her and give me a call.

    ~scribbled by jen sometime around 6:00 PM



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