Okay. For the record: I hate you all.

Just wanted to let you know.

At any rate, Sixty Percent Chance of Rain is having fun with itself, dwindling into a sin-bin of drinking (chapter xx), assault (chapter xvii), Grand Theft Auto (chapter xvi), and cursing (the entire thing).


Oh, yeah -- I hate car alarms. Just letting you know. Y'know what I hate even more than car alarms? The "Panic Button" on cars. That way, my idiot classmates -- who are trying to not graduate, by getting themselves into trouble -- decide to set off the panic buttons on their cars. But, of the two of them, only one has a panic button. So the other goes out, and sits in the car, honking the horn.

So, they go back inside, and play with the one car, until the Principal comes out. She demands they come out to talk to her. So, they go flying out the cafeteria window.



& DragonCelt says hi. (Well, no, not really, but he may as well have.)

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