An Awesome Day

At night, after being dropped off by andee, I walked into a living room full of relatives and friendly faces. My face had an exhausted, goofy smile plastered on it and I was wearing a sweater in hot humid weather. did I look funny? I expect I did.

It was the best of times, it was hardly the worst of times. In vineyard, we have a precious tradition of creaming beloved classmates on their birthdays. It was LKm's sabo day, or birthday, whichever you'd rather call it and michelle planned it all. Michelle, who's an angel most of the time planned the ultimate sabo. As she told us about her diabolical plan, you could see pure evil leaping out of her black pupils. You could smell her cream lust, she wanted cream splattered all over Lkm and nothing. Nothing could stop her.

And so the day drifted by, nothing much happened, which isn't true of course, but I want to get along with the story. So then came the end of lunch. Mishie had this fiercely equated idea that if, if, the air conditioner was turned off, Lkm would be overwhelmed by the heat that she would be forced to take her sweater off. But somehow, she didn't. It was so odd, I thought to myself, is it possible that she could remain in her caccoon of cotton when I was being steamed alive in my own sweat?

Plan B.

So came the last minute of school. The fires of mishief roared as the demon of sabo awakened. Well, I went to play ping pong. The target was sent right to the toilet to toil at the soil. Still outside and blissfully playing ping pong, I was snapped back the mission when Julian impatienly ordered me into the room behind.

It was there the death squad was assembled. Weapons checks were performed on our Mark II shaving cream cans as we focused on our tasks. Sensing the weight of the room I gave a said what was on my mind. I said, "this would be our finest moment." And began spraying war designs on my face. After maori and pole dances later, Jaryl popped his head out, he was our designated watcher.

"Wait for when I sing happy birthday," he said. More pole and maori dancing ensued. By me alone, with most of the deathsquad giving me death stares and death threats.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YO..."

I was first out of the door. "AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I gloriously cried.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" The look on her face, was stretched in delirious horror at the sight of a face full of war shaving cream and five other fierce saboers! She turned around, only to be blocked by one. She ran to the other door and pounded Rachel clumsily into door of which Rach was defending. Seeing no other way, our target did what most people would have done. She squated in a corner as oodles of glorious shaving cream was sprayed on her. Admist the laughter and thrilled screams, Lkm was covered in the purity of whitness. Smelt like a man's chin too. Regaining a sense of space and time, she got up when most of the attack had ended and dazedly made her way to the toilet.

Jaryl's hungry eyes turned upon me. Next thing I knew, the hunter became the hunted among his fellow hunters. I ran into the backroom for sanctuary, when I came out, the entire place smelt like a ladie's stubless legs. (erm... i have no idea what girls use to shave their legs but...) We had to clean up. Five seconds of fun followed by fifteen minutes of mopping wipping and more screaming. It was worth it.


*grammar edited