A Day With Terran Navel

Note: JAM PACKED WITH PICTURES, A FICTIONAL STORY

Yawn... I wake up. Its fucking 5:30 AM eastern time. I reach over and turn on my small wall lights... The first thing I see is my savior.

Yup, thats it, folks. Beer. Darn I love alcohol. Thats the best way to suffocate yourself. Slows down your breathing. If I ever wanted to commit suicide, I'd drink beer. I boot up my nice little laptop. Stupid Windows 98. I have a nice little background image of T_Mac.

Ok... Open Internet Explorer 4.0... Check my mail... FU*K! Microsoft stock is getting lower and lower. I closed the damn laptop and threw it onto my bed. It landed softly but knocked over some pictures. I picked them up, and noticed one that stood out...

Ahh. The good ol' days when we laughed at T_Mac. I jumped into the shower, and burnt my damn skin a thousand times over. Bleh, throw on clothes. I went down and packed my lunch for the day!

Pack my bag... And head off to school.

I walked a quarter of a mile in the blistering cold for a while and reached the bus stop... But on the way I had to drop off my pet platerpuss at the vets for a checkup. I'd pick him up at the end of the day. Gee willickers!

Hell, neuteur the world. Come here, damnit, Rook! Stay still! Yay!!! I continued on my way, and finally reached the bus stop. We boarded the bus...

We arrived at school! I came into homeroom, and sat down. Next to me were Heidi...Ho, a wierd little girl who made fun of Spock... Sniff... I love spock. Then there was FM_Moltke, Mr. Just-Don't-Give-A-Fuck-Hitler-Owns-You behind me. Wow. We were the only 3 here... I looked out the window... And the suprise of a lifetime...

What will happen? How Will Heidi, Navel and Moltke defeat the killer rooster from mars? Stay tuned till episode II!