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Apathy Club, Why Are All Of You Here, This Is The Dumbest Club Ever, I Hate You All, Friday
George was going to wait until everyone was there, and then give it another five or ten minutes for good measure. Just in case maybe someone else wanted to fucking talk for once.
"Fine," she said. "Great. It's Apathy Club. I started it last fucking semester by accident, trying to get detention, and somehow instead I had to run a stupid fucking Apathy Club. Who knows how it got carried over, but here we are. So, welcome to fucking Apathy Club."
Okay, technically, she'd resubmitted the forms, but not even a gun to her head would get her to admit that one.
"Those of you who were here before, you have no excuse, and I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you for coming back. Those of you weren't, you still signed up for something called fucking Apathy Club, so I don't know what's wrong with you, either. There aren't fucking activities. We don't go on exciting trips here. Whatever the fuck you think you're getting into, it's way lamer than that, and it's your own damn fault for signing up."
She waved a hand. "I dunno. If you want to be fucking lame and introduce yourself, go ahead. I'm George, that's my introduction, and I don't give a fuck who you are."
She slumped back in her chair. "I hate this fucking club."
It was just like old times!
"Fine," she said. "Great. It's Apathy Club. I started it last fucking semester by accident, trying to get detention, and somehow instead I had to run a stupid fucking Apathy Club. Who knows how it got carried over, but here we are. So, welcome to fucking Apathy Club."
Okay, technically, she'd resubmitted the forms, but not even a gun to her head would get her to admit that one.
"Those of you who were here before, you have no excuse, and I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you for coming back. Those of you weren't, you still signed up for something called fucking Apathy Club, so I don't know what's wrong with you, either. There aren't fucking activities. We don't go on exciting trips here. Whatever the fuck you think you're getting into, it's way lamer than that, and it's your own damn fault for signing up."
She waved a hand. "I dunno. If you want to be fucking lame and introduce yourself, go ahead. I'm George, that's my introduction, and I don't give a fuck who you are."
She slumped back in her chair. "I hate this fucking club."
It was just like old times!
Re: If You Have To Fucking Introduce Yourself, Then Do It Here Or Whatever.
"... why?" she asked. Never mind that she'd missed it, too. At least she wasn't about to go admitting it. "What the fuck got into you, anyway?"
He looked all ... cheerful. At least, compared to his usual.
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Re: If You Have To Fucking Introduce Yourself, Then Do It Here Or Whatever.
That was kind of why she'd resubmitted the paperwork. This was their club. They understood each other.
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Re: If You Have To Fucking Introduce Yourself, Then Do It Here Or Whatever.
Eloquent as always, George.