I don't need to introduce myself
You all know I am. If you don’t, I will assume that you’ve been living a pathetic life until now. In fact no, you still are.
Alright, I was told that this was where you losers spent most of your days not working but rather… being social -like you call it-
Anyways now that I have joined this website, you should feel obligated to follow me, each and everyone of you. One more thing: my askbox is a forbidden area to you, that is until I actually figure out how this “blog” works.
You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.
It’s simple, really. I confiscated this laptop off one of my third years, and after shifting through obscene amounts of porn and roleplay accounts, I found this cesspool of internet drama.
As a professional, I cannot let you be on here with out supervision.
I’m glad you’ve all found reason to celebrate, because you were all TERRIBLE.
It was like watching baby birds with one wing and no eyesight try and play. At least that would have been funny to watch. I just felt sad watching you play.
Congratulations to Gryffindor. It’s only taken you six months to win a match. I’ve seen babies conceived and birthed in less time.
Next match better not make me wish I was still sleeping. If I wanted a nap, I’d go see the Frog Choir pretend they have talent.
Well, you’ve depressed me enough. Go celebrate your mediocrity.
Suetana || The Last Straw
Santana Lopez. If Sue Sylvester opened a Mexican dictionary, and looked at the word obnoxious-tiresome-bigbreasted-freak, it would have a picture of Santana’s smiling, demonic face next to it. But a dynamic, beautiful woman like Sue Sylvester won’t be bested by a mutant, no matter how much it takes. Santana was already on her way to the office - again - and Sue would not only be handing out insults and reprimands, but a much harder dose of punishment.
A security guard knocks on the door, and Sue presses a button on her desk. A screen pops up, and sure enough, Santana Lopez stands outside, defiant outside with her caramel chin up high. Sue rolls her eyes and presses another button, her dulcet tones ringing through. “Come in, Santana.”
Ran over a bird today.
His melodious voice was very soothing to the cars honking at me as I slowed down to admire it. Eventually, I just sped up so everyone would feel stupid. Accidentally ran over the bird. Didn’t really see it coming, but when I have guests come over for the monthly International Champions’ Society Banquet at my estate, they will be fed bird and squirrel stew. A rare delicacy in France or somewhere foreign.
The fire is controlled and on it’s way out, so get inside. All the students are spending the night in the sitting room, and there have been emergency cots placed already. I’ll be able to get back to you all with a damage report soon, and then we will get down and dirty about who in the hell did this.