because I'm still floored that all that talk yesterday didn't summon the beast, and i feel like you guys deserve at least something for hangin in there, and lastly, because you guys shared your el saybay or whatever story with us, i will now recount the legend.
on a night, just like tonight, a weary traveler was walking down a dark, twisting road. she came upon a meadow in which group of people were all going through a similar life situation at the time. farts and mucus plugs were heartily passed around the blazing fire. times were good.
as good times have a way of doing, this one started to fade, and the group set out together in search of greener pastures. one of the people in the group, whom we will call "shmemshmay," gladly took her place at the front of the pack and led them to her baby daddy's pasture. a new domain, if you will.
this new pasture was plentiful. that first year, there was a high yield of idiot crop to make fun of, as well as juicy secrets shared. but there was also something else brewing under the surface. a dark and sinister force that really only had to do with like four or five people so who really gives a shiit? but it was brewing nonetheless.
anyway, that first year passed without too much incident. i mean there were some incidents, like a fermented cucumber who left her gun safe open and her kid fell down the stairs or sumshit like that. i'd love to share some more tales of yore, but i can't, because what was once a greener pasture is now nothing but a smoking pile of ash so i can't access it. and i'll tell you why...
you see, shmemshmay, the fearless leader, was just not getting the respect she deserved from her people. she had worked so hard asking her boyfriend to put up a web site, and let's not even talk about the PMs she had to wade through, asking her tedious questions like, "can you add a link to my blog on the home page?" and, "hey, i didn't get my gift yet from that elfster exchange. just wanted to let you know." can you even believe that?? being a leader is hard, yo. all those minions and whatnot, hanging on your every word. and when you're hanging out in real life, and your leader says she wants italian for dinner YOU SHOULD EAT ITALIAN FOR DINNER, GOD DAMNIT!
so shmemshmay did what any other person in her situation would do, and the hunger games were born. a few special tributes were selected and mad shiits were talked. but one fiery little tribute was different. she had the potential to bring down shmemshmay's reign of terror, despite the fact that some would argue that shmemshmay "made" her. quickly, shmemshmay started to realize that maybe she wasn't pulling the strings of her puppets as tightly as she thought she was. the special tribute bravely spoke out against the tyrannical leader, and things began to quickly crumble from there...