Seeing as my last blog rather rather... crap. I shall now interest you with a recent tale.
I was at a space social the other day, when me and my 'crewage' headed towards the back room after hearing the promise of 'gubbins' which were awaiting us. We all sat down rather unhappily to find out that gubbins were in fact not food, but toys designed for people of a much lower age.
So, here we were sitting there quite contentedly, when someone brings up the suggestion of typing me to a chair... rather out of nowhere I must say. So here I was thinking, 'Oooh, my silly friends, thinking of tying me to the chair. Now, I'll just leave after having had a good old laugh'. But upon reaching the door, I was grabbed and thrust upon the chair, meanwhile, flailing any and every limb that I posessed.
I then had my arms strapped down, and my legs, I was becoming increasingly worried. I decided to call for my trusted youth leaders, Matt... and Matt. After a few minutes of mindless screaming, they came to what I thought was a daring rescue. Turns out they came to help tie me up. I then realised that Ihad another trusted youth leader, Tim. But after yet more mindless screaming, he never heard me... or so he said later on.
Eventually, they decided to let me out, but not before numerous times of throwing myself against the door, screaming, biting, and having a green pen moustache.
But as the Space weekend away is coming up, I know that I shall have my revenge!
I'll let you go.
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