'goth's are cute'
kagome watched inu-yasha as he yawned and opened the brown paper luch bag from across the lunch room
"awww... goth's are cute..."
kikyou turned to her
"what the heck? goth's are the embodiment of 'anti-cute'!"
"yeah, I know... that's what makes them cute... they're sad!"
rin stood up
"I'ma go over there an' I'm gonna glomp em' right now!"
kikyou attempted to put her body between rin and inu-yasha, to no avail
"RIN! NOOOO!"
kagome shook her head
"rin, inu-yasha does not like to be glomped"
she turned to kagome, tears streaming down her cheeks
"but why? everyone loves glomping! I was just trying to make his frowny-face-"
"some call it goth, rin"
"-gothy-face happy!"
"look, rin, I'm sure he didn't mean to yell at you, he's probably just P-M-S-ing"
"what's that?"
"look it up"
inu-yasha truged home from school, muttering to himself
"stupidbusdropsmeofffifteenblocksfrommyhouseandit'sstupid-"
kagome ran up next to him
"hey inu-yasha"
"go away"
he pulled a nutri-grain bar out of his pocket and began eating, leaving the wrapper behind, kagome jogged to catch up
"you know, some people would call that littering"
"you know, some people deserve to be dragged out of thier cardboard box under the overpass they call a house and be shot"
"you're not the most optomistic person I know"
"thanks for pointing that out, and anyway, it's not littering, it's ecology"
"how can you say that?"
"well, that wrapper came from the earth, correct?"
kagome nodded
"well, I just gave it back to the earth, it's only fair"
kagome sighed
miroku opened his lunchables and looked inside
"oh, look, I lose"
he smiled at inu-yasha
"I think somebody love's kagome..."
inu-yasha grunted
"oh, you sad, sad, mislead person, if somebody loves kagome it's either you, you lecher, or kouga, because nobody has low enough standards to go out with him"
"oh, I see the way you look at her, walking home from school"
miroku smiled so big it looked as if his face would burst
"you know, miroku, my old dad used to tell me about people like you..."
"like what?"
"well, first of all he would say, 'don't go near that stupid whitey'-"
"but you're white"
"and so is he, but anyway he would say 'those stupid whitey's are nothing but trouble, with thier libretarianisim and such'"
"but..."
"he's color blind, he thought I was japanese"
"oh"
"oh yeah, he also used to say 'don't go near those crazy stoners-"
naraku walked up to the table
"-speak of the devil"
naraku yawned
"so, um, yeah, where was I again, man?"
"you're in takenawa middle school, naraku"
"oh, thanks, who's naraku?"
"you are, you sick, sick, stoner"
"oh, yeah, and, um, where are we?"
"god, your hopeless"
"good god, I told you before, I only use marilana for medislinal plurposes!"
"yeah, that was the understatement of the century"
"yay! did I win?"
"no, now go off and die"
"oh, okay"
naraku left to kagome's table
"hey, peoples, what way is the closest dot peeler?"
Mr. Breidenstein looked at the class
"hello, class, today we will learn the special kinetic molecular theory of relative time zones, please take out your calculators"
the class did so, kouga raised his hand
"Mr. B, is it true that you were abducted by alien cows?"
"no, the theory is-"
"is it true that bigfoot was using your belt sander?"
"no, now with all due respect, sir, shut the heck up"
kouga turned to inu-yasha, his eyes widened
"so, the rumors were true..."
kouga stood on his chair and began singing an incredibly off-key butchering of 'Mrs. Robinson' by simon and garfunkel
"And here's to you, Mr. Breidenstein,
hobos loves you more than you could know. (Wo wo wo).
God bless you please, Mr. Breidenstein,
well, I'm either sleeping, dead, or stoned
(Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).
We'd like to know
A little bit about you
For our files.
We'd like to help you learn
To help yourself.
Look around you. All you see
Are stoned glazed over eyes.
Stroll around the grounds
Until you feel at home.
And here's to you, Mr. Breidenstein,
hobos loves you more than you could know. Wo wo wo.
God bless you please, Mr. Breidenstein,
well, I'm either sleeping, dead, or stoned
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey.
Hide it in a hiding place
Where no one ever goes.
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.
It's a little secret,
Just the Breidenstein affair.
Most of all, you've got to hide it
from the kids.
Coo coo ca-choo, Mr. Breidenstein,
hobos loves you more than you could know Wo wo wo.
God bless you, please, Mr. Breidenstein,
well, I'm either sleeping, dead, or stoned
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey.
Sitting on a sofa
On a Sunday afternoon,
Going to the candidates' debate,
Laugh about it,
Shout about it,
When you've got to choose,
Every way you look at it you lose.
Where have you gone, Mr. Breidenstein?
the student's turns thier glazed over eyes to you Woo woo woo.
What's that you say, Mr. Breidenstein?
"sorry sir I wasn't listening"
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey."
Mr. Breidenstein lifted one eyebrow
"did you want to say something, kouga?"
"um... no sir"
sango stood and opened fire indescrimately with her cap gun
"die, fools!"
inu-yasha shot miroku
"suck it, miroku"
"god, inu-yasha, can we play a diffrent game other than halo? these stupid beads make it hard to hit the shoot button!"
"good lord, miroku, why do you wear those things anyway? I mean, I'm goth and you don't see ne wearing any wussy little beads!"
"hey, at least I'm always ready for mardi gras"
"what the heck?"
"well, the way I see it, every time you blink, three children are born, therefore, at least three guys get laid every time you blink, all I can say is, I like my chances"
"oh, shut up, lecher"
kagome trudged along the sidewalk, inu-yasha trailing barely three steps behind her
"hey, kagome."
"what"
"I'm truly the hottest guy in the entire bloody school"
"what?"
"yeah, you heard me, I am SO hot, it's ridiculious"
"I'll bet you're just jelaous 'cause you can't get a girlfriend"
"shut up!"
*finis*
kagome watched inu-yasha as he yawned and opened the brown paper luch bag from across the lunch room
"awww... goth's are cute..."
kikyou turned to her
"what the heck? goth's are the embodiment of 'anti-cute'!"
"yeah, I know... that's what makes them cute... they're sad!"
rin stood up
"I'ma go over there an' I'm gonna glomp em' right now!"
kikyou attempted to put her body between rin and inu-yasha, to no avail
"RIN! NOOOO!"
kagome shook her head
"rin, inu-yasha does not like to be glomped"
she turned to kagome, tears streaming down her cheeks
"but why? everyone loves glomping! I was just trying to make his frowny-face-"
"some call it goth, rin"
"-gothy-face happy!"
"look, rin, I'm sure he didn't mean to yell at you, he's probably just P-M-S-ing"
"what's that?"
"look it up"
inu-yasha truged home from school, muttering to himself
"stupidbusdropsmeofffifteenblocksfrommyhouseandit'sstupid-"
kagome ran up next to him
"hey inu-yasha"
"go away"
he pulled a nutri-grain bar out of his pocket and began eating, leaving the wrapper behind, kagome jogged to catch up
"you know, some people would call that littering"
"you know, some people deserve to be dragged out of thier cardboard box under the overpass they call a house and be shot"
"you're not the most optomistic person I know"
"thanks for pointing that out, and anyway, it's not littering, it's ecology"
"how can you say that?"
"well, that wrapper came from the earth, correct?"
kagome nodded
"well, I just gave it back to the earth, it's only fair"
kagome sighed
miroku opened his lunchables and looked inside
"oh, look, I lose"
he smiled at inu-yasha
"I think somebody love's kagome..."
inu-yasha grunted
"oh, you sad, sad, mislead person, if somebody loves kagome it's either you, you lecher, or kouga, because nobody has low enough standards to go out with him"
"oh, I see the way you look at her, walking home from school"
miroku smiled so big it looked as if his face would burst
"you know, miroku, my old dad used to tell me about people like you..."
"like what?"
"well, first of all he would say, 'don't go near that stupid whitey'-"
"but you're white"
"and so is he, but anyway he would say 'those stupid whitey's are nothing but trouble, with thier libretarianisim and such'"
"but..."
"he's color blind, he thought I was japanese"
"oh"
"oh yeah, he also used to say 'don't go near those crazy stoners-"
naraku walked up to the table
"-speak of the devil"
naraku yawned
"so, um, yeah, where was I again, man?"
"you're in takenawa middle school, naraku"
"oh, thanks, who's naraku?"
"you are, you sick, sick, stoner"
"oh, yeah, and, um, where are we?"
"god, your hopeless"
"good god, I told you before, I only use marilana for medislinal plurposes!"
"yeah, that was the understatement of the century"
"yay! did I win?"
"no, now go off and die"
"oh, okay"
naraku left to kagome's table
"hey, peoples, what way is the closest dot peeler?"
Mr. Breidenstein looked at the class
"hello, class, today we will learn the special kinetic molecular theory of relative time zones, please take out your calculators"
the class did so, kouga raised his hand
"Mr. B, is it true that you were abducted by alien cows?"
"no, the theory is-"
"is it true that bigfoot was using your belt sander?"
"no, now with all due respect, sir, shut the heck up"
kouga turned to inu-yasha, his eyes widened
"so, the rumors were true..."
kouga stood on his chair and began singing an incredibly off-key butchering of 'Mrs. Robinson' by simon and garfunkel
"And here's to you, Mr. Breidenstein,
hobos loves you more than you could know. (Wo wo wo).
God bless you please, Mr. Breidenstein,
well, I'm either sleeping, dead, or stoned
(Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).
We'd like to know
A little bit about you
For our files.
We'd like to help you learn
To help yourself.
Look around you. All you see
Are stoned glazed over eyes.
Stroll around the grounds
Until you feel at home.
And here's to you, Mr. Breidenstein,
hobos loves you more than you could know. Wo wo wo.
God bless you please, Mr. Breidenstein,
well, I'm either sleeping, dead, or stoned
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey.
Hide it in a hiding place
Where no one ever goes.
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.
It's a little secret,
Just the Breidenstein affair.
Most of all, you've got to hide it
from the kids.
Coo coo ca-choo, Mr. Breidenstein,
hobos loves you more than you could know Wo wo wo.
God bless you, please, Mr. Breidenstein,
well, I'm either sleeping, dead, or stoned
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey.
Sitting on a sofa
On a Sunday afternoon,
Going to the candidates' debate,
Laugh about it,
Shout about it,
When you've got to choose,
Every way you look at it you lose.
Where have you gone, Mr. Breidenstein?
the student's turns thier glazed over eyes to you Woo woo woo.
What's that you say, Mr. Breidenstein?
"sorry sir I wasn't listening"
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey."
Mr. Breidenstein lifted one eyebrow
"did you want to say something, kouga?"
"um... no sir"
sango stood and opened fire indescrimately with her cap gun
"die, fools!"
inu-yasha shot miroku
"suck it, miroku"
"god, inu-yasha, can we play a diffrent game other than halo? these stupid beads make it hard to hit the shoot button!"
"good lord, miroku, why do you wear those things anyway? I mean, I'm goth and you don't see ne wearing any wussy little beads!"
"hey, at least I'm always ready for mardi gras"
"what the heck?"
"well, the way I see it, every time you blink, three children are born, therefore, at least three guys get laid every time you blink, all I can say is, I like my chances"
"oh, shut up, lecher"
kagome trudged along the sidewalk, inu-yasha trailing barely three steps behind her
"hey, kagome."
"what"
"I'm truly the hottest guy in the entire bloody school"
"what?"
"yeah, you heard me, I am SO hot, it's ridiculious"
"I'll bet you're just jelaous 'cause you can't get a girlfriend"
"shut up!"
*finis*