A suicide death orgy in my house

I happen to know an emo child.

He is an individual. obviously; because he wears so much black, owns tee shirts with skulls on them, listens to bands no one has never heard of –  probably because they make you want to top yourself with a cocktail of colourful drugs.

He also doesn’t have any sense of hygiene. But that’s a different story.

This particular Tuesday morning when I have been awake since 6:30am – I win the tired war SJCC – this lovely emo decides to infiltrate the flat with music that makes me want to slit my wrists.

I am having none of this, so I do what any self respecting girl would do.

BLAST some GAGA. There’s nothing like gaga screaming out that she ‘likes it rough’ and that we should ‘just dance’ to quickly exterminate the filth from your home.

While this war was taking place ( all of 5 minutes) the other flatmate and I had a secret facebook conversation on the outcome of a emo VS tween war.

Results as follows:

Sad kid. No one likes him.

Emos:

– lots of black and skulls, scare tactics =  5 points

– Individualism = -30 points (no team spirit! Wars aren’t won that way kiddies)


Tweens:

-Led by the great Miley = 10 points

-Emotional young women = 50 points

– Add the latter to hating all music that isn’t mass produced pop = 500 points

Tweens FTW.

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