My Fellow Americans,

It appears that on December 15, 2003 at approximately 2:24:38 am, there has been a breach of security, on Suffra's blogspot.

thank you

So, as it seems, Suffra has a bit of a cult following going on down under, that's right, I have an Aussie fan, a man's man, or an Aussie girl, a man's girl, pluggin in and reading, and quite possibly using my site to determine what American norms and customs are like (I know... I'd like to be around for their first visit too)

I'm pretty sure that it is a couple of friends, sitting around popping through the internet, stumbling across this pure genius, and saying something like

"...........," because they're to busy reading, and within minutes, that room full of Australians is laughing their ass off, huddled around the one computer in all of Sidney which is viewing my site, although the monitor may be hooked to a live feed, that updates my site in real time, so as we speak, My words are scrolling up a marquis near that Conquistador hat looking thing in Sidney, and so I say


PEOPLE OF AUSTRALIA,
DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT
OVERTHROW YOUR GOVERNMENT,
I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO ASSUME ANY
DICTATOR ROLE FOR THE AUSTRALIAN PEOPLE,
I AM IN SCHOOL,
PLEASE, GO BACK TO YOUR HOMES, AND SIGN ON TO MY
SITE WITH YOUR OWN COMPUTERS, SO I CAN SHOW MORE THAN ONE HIT
FROM AUSTRALIA.

thank you

Second Final, done, two more to go, and one massive 20 page paper left to write... and of course, Appeasing my eager public.

Mass Media History is the kind of course that the "special" children are allowed to substitute for a real class, such as astronomy, or to a lesser extent modern film. I know this, because I have just completed a semester in Mass Media, surrounded by "special" kids who are allowed to take the class instead of astronomy or film.

"WHY have we heard nothing of this before?" says the old guy in the back.

It has been a fairly traumatic experience, waking up at six in the morning every day to head out to an eight am class, where I sit in the front row, with my back towards an army of botched seed. I clench my teeth every time I hear a strange farting sound coming out of the mouth of some poor, poor girl whose hands are eternally clenched and twisted.

The first day that this happened the teacher turned to the girl and screamed, "Were you sleeping? There is no sleeping in my class!"

The class was pretty shocked, because apparently this isn't the girls startled waking up from a nap noise, this might just be her way of blinking, considering how often it happened.

I couldn't just sit there and let such an inhumane display take place, eventhough the teacher at this point had already seen this decrepit beast that he just damned.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH," I screamed at the teacher, walking over to where the young girl was perched in her wheelchair

"you ok?," I said gently patting this girl on the head.. rubbing my hands up and down her breasts and wiping the drool from her face..

"This child is obviously a fucking tard," I said with tears in my eyes," and here your going just stand screaming at her,"

I started licking the side of her face, "I mean," unbottoning her blouse, "how could you?"
she seemed to be getting into it, because she start breathing heavily through the nose as I picked her up and threw her onto the desk...

"Standing there like that you asshole, " I yelled manuevering her shirt off and sliding it to the ground," SHE CAN'T EVEN STAND UP FOR HERSELF,"

"Hell," I said, "She can't even STAND," i exposed her atrophied legs for all the class to see, hiking her skirt up to her waist.
"MMMMMM, AHH HMMMMM," she said closing her mouth tight and pulling her lips down to her chin,

at this point the class did their best to start a slow clap, as I side straddled the girl and started hog slapping her ass, and taking her all the way home..

the teacher said nothing, but a few days later after class, obviously choked with emotion, he thanked me for setting him straight, and said it was time for him to do some serious soul searching.

I was in the middle of my daily routine, right around the middle of the day when a startling piece of news hit me.

It's seems that the butcher of Baghdad has been caught, and let me just say this straight out right now,

"big fuckin deal"

I don't know when it happened, but we, as Americans seemed to have lost site of our true goals, which is, simply put, getting prayer back into the schools.