Bullplop

Welcome to my idiocracy:

Well to start off idiocracy is not a word according to webeters dictionary, but what do they know. Personally I think it should be so dont be surprised when you see "Dranceon's book of words that should be" and idiocracy at the beggining. Well enough of this bullplop and on to the other bullplop....

Quote of Month-

"You can't eat your cake and have it too."-Dranceon

Song of the Month-

OK its 2 in the morning and i cant thoink very well so the song is Sympathy for the Devil it is by The Rolling Stones .Its got a lot to say but sadly, I dont. So if you've heard it you know what I'm talking about, if you have'nt then stop reading this because your not worthy!

Joke of the Month-

Whats the difference between a Ritz Bitz Cracker and a lesbian? One is a snack cracker and the other is a crack snacker.

Dranceon's "Chronicles of Idiocracy"-

Well today(10-5) I had a crappy time a football game that i really didnt have any reason to go to. Neither team playing was from my school, and then i got stuck with torturedsoul who was in the same position as me when our queerass friend sat in the student section(where we couldnt go) and we were left to entertain ourselves. Its goes without saying that this is a recipt for disaster. I didnt have any money after the damn ticket that cost five dollars so i couldnt even console myself with food. I had to wait till after half time when tortured split some nochos with me. But during the time inbetween we simply basked in our ignorence. We walked around the edge of the field only twice before the security guard told us to stop walking around and go where we were suposed to be. We attempted to enter the field upon which we were sent away. We met some other people that kept walking in the opposite direction from us so we would just say hi and keep walking back and forth over the same 100 yard stretch under the bleechers occasionally engaging in short conversations of how crappy the whole situation was. After the game my friends car got a flat after his dad drove over some railroad tracks. It took and hour and a half during which me and tortured did nothing but laugh at our friend, talk about how boring it was, and complain about our hunger. Well midnight, we get to whataburger, still a buttload of people around saw some people we knew, laughed at them and our stupid friend. I proceeded then to eat an extensive amount of ketchup with my food, or should I say food with my ketchup, and nearly puked. Then we screwed around for a while and now its two thirty in the morning, tortured and stupid are asleep i think and i have to take a crap. So thats the end of that chapter in the "Chronicles of Idiocracy"

Tradegy of the Month-

I cant think of anything in particular today, the whole thing starting with when we arrived at the football game from then on it was crappy, need I say more?

Question of the Month-

Why, when on this toilsome journey from life to death do we choose to care? I myself care, but i do not know whether it is due to religion, ethics imposed from birth, or an unknown submision to an uncaring, controlling society? Would it not be easier to to stand emotionless at the sides not caring for others, for myself, for anything? Should I not care only for myself and those who I can squeeze usefullness out of? WHY?

That should do it for now, but if you dont think so I really dont care because its three in the morining. If you wanna tell me something or ask me something with or without relevence to my bullplop please e-mail me at dranceon@hotmail.com .I I should respond soon if too many people don't write me but if it takes a while I'm either pissed off at the amount of people that wrote to me or im just lazy, probly lazy, i doubt very many people will write. I must say Dranceon we are co-leaders remeber tha so you poeple can e-mail me , Tortured Soul, at ShadiarHaran@aol.com