Emily had a few extra minutes at our last meeting, so I told her to entertain the people of Facebook by writing a story (bel0w). She didn’t post it to the Posse page, so I’m putting it on here because it is a true work of art.
“Entering the posse, you need skill. Yet, I have none. At least that’s what I thought. And don’t worry, this isn’t one of those scary ‘No Smoking’ commercials. This. This is. This is… I’m not actually sure. I’ll get back to you on that one. Here, in the Majestic Kingdom of Ponytails, where no one actually has a ponytail, in order to be ironic, because we strive for a label. And we’ve been striving our whole life… for other ‘strivers.’ So here, 2:57 pm, stands the loner. BUT she’s not a loser. So, let’s take away the ‘L.’ Now, we have oner. “What?” you might ask. So, let’s add a ‘W.’
The result: owner
mwahahahahaha
FICTIONAL STORY created by: anonymous (aka amelie)”