A/N: We're not sure if this will turn into a regular thing or not. But seeing as we don't actually wish to die from this story, and this is a rather lengthy list, we decided it'd be best to make it the first chapter. So… here it is!
Disclaimer 2.0
We, the autheresseseseseses, do not consciously intend to insult, confuse, provoke, terrify, depress or mentally/emotionally scar any of the following:
Prepsicles
Cheerleaders
Smart People
Dancers
Jocks
Wealthy Persons
Republicans
Coaches
Blondes
People who have surgically altered themselves
Druggies
Those more promiscuous/unfortunate persons affected by STDs
Jews
Druids
Homosexuals (We absolutely ADORE gay people!)
Nerds
Redheads
Emo people
Musically Inclined Persons
People with Multi-Colored Hair
Democrats
Those of the Southern Persuasion
Alcoholics (You should really get help though…)
Slydexcis (Hehe… we love dyslexics…)
People with a Lithp (We love you guys too!)
People with a Lazy Eye
African Americans (Black people are AWESOME!!!)
Drug Dealers (Come on now. Really?)
Anti-Belt People (PULL UP YOUR PANTS DANG IT!!!)
Rockstars
Transsexuals
Germophobes (ACHOO!!! Oh I'm sorry I think I got some on you…)
Whores of either gender
Those fond of wearing Tight Leather Pants
People with allergies
Anorexic Persons (Go eat a cheeseburger. Really. They're good.)
Fans of Achmed (it's on YouTube. He's a puppet.)
Total Power Trips
Wimps
People who screw sheep (Poor sheep… does anyone know the word for that?)
We also do not intend to make fun of any of the following:
Crazy Raves
Locker Rooms
Fancy Shmancy Prep Schools
After Parties
Musical Interludes/Finales
Halloween Costume Parties
Eloping in Vegas (WOO!!! VEGAS!!!)
The two of us would like to apologize in advance for any harm we cause to the aforementioned parties. Nothing we say should be taken seriously, as it's all said in jest. Furthermore, we're sorry for any inside jokes that manage to work their way into the story, as well as jokes that may be over your head. Well actually no, not jokes that are over your head. It's not our fault you don't understand stuff. Oh yeah, and we don't own Shakespeare. (DANG IT!!!)
