A dame to enlist for

Less than two weeks ago, outside of the dining hall, there was a table set up for some group or club. I tried to read the poorly-made sign on the wall behind the table, but my eyes kept floating to the very well-made girls who were sitting at the table. I was shocked that three girls this cute could be together in one place. One, the cutest Asian I'd seen since I left Jersey, asked me if I was interested. I said that I'd find out once I was done reading the sign.

It really was an awful sign - it seemed like they tried to fit a whole paragraph onto a poster. Something about taking an active part in the events of today, and learning about other cultures or something. I could care less about the events of today, but learning about other cultures is pretty cool. I scoured the sign, but I couldn't even find the club's name. She suggested that I sign up for the email newsletter so that I could find out more about the club and maybe attend the first meeting. Well, I certainly didn't want to disappoint her, but I didn't want to be pushed into anything either. I signed the sheet on the table and took an informative packet, saying that I'd look into it, but when it comes to major events, I wasn't a very caring person. She stared at me blankly, objectively wondering how a person could be so heartless. I left with a wave before looking any stupider.

On my way back to my dorm, I skimmed over the packet, which was typed like somebody's reasearch paper. It didn't even have the name of the club in the title or anything. It took me until the end of the long first paragraph to find out that it was for the MUN.

The MUN? The Model United Nations?!

Fuck that shit!, I said as I let the packet fall into a waste receptical at the corner of the Public Garden.

How come the pretty ones are ALWAYS interested in the lamest stuff? And how come I ALWAYS fall for their wiles?

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Speedy: It seems to me those guys are trying to make a mockery of everything the Samurai Pizza Cats stand for! That's something up with which I will not put! The master of the Magical Ginzu Sword has certain responsiblities!
Narrator: Looks like he's getting ready to use his favorite move! I'd tell ya what it's called, folks, but I have to let Speedy do that. It's in his contract.
Speedy: THE SERVICHÉ CAT'S EYE SLASH!
[Ker-blooey]
Bad Bird: I'll make you wish you were never animated!

Big Cheese: I CAN'T STAND IT! GRRRRR!!
Gerry Atric: In that case, I would suggest that you sit down.

Narrator: And so, once again, the fabulous fighting force of faithful feline defenders have faced the fomentors of fibs, fabrications and falsehoods, and defeated the infamous foes of fairness, fidelity and fast food!