I just turned 16 today. My friend's boyfriend(since he's her boyfriend he's my friend) forgot until somebody else said it, so his girlfriend hit him on the head with her stuffed pig. Yeah, I have weird friends, what can I say. My dad says crazy people are attaracted to me because they sense tolerance.
Ah, well. Makes life interesting. Especially at the lunch table. This year we've discussed:
Who would taste best at our lunch table if someone became a canible.
Who would be the most succeptable to mind control.
The best way to rob a bank.
Religion
Philosiphy
Politics(Bleah. The three seniors argued about it. I don't care.)
Whether or not the stuffed pig should be worshiped.
How to worship the pig.
Why one of the girls kept hitting one of the boys
Why she didn't hit the other guys(the answer was she couldn't reach them)
And that deteriorated into whether or not girls were better than guys.
*sweatdrop* You get the picture. We're all nuts. I'm the sane one, and believe me, that's saying something.
