Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
It's Time To Begin
Welcome to M.R. E.F.A.A.W. (Mysterious Renegades, Extremely Friendly Armed Assassins Waiting). Please don't be frightened by our long and seemingly violent name; we are "Extremely Friendly" and we aim to assassinate disbelief armed with weapons of GOD. Yes, GOD.
In other words, we're bring the Kingdom to you like an eagle swooping towards the ground to catch a mouse for dinner. A bald eagle, as a matter of fact.
Prepare to experience the Kingdom in ways you won't believe. Seriously, take your worst nightmare and multiply it by -25.
We lie in the secrets of the shadows waiting for the unsuspecting victims of our mission. We wait to spread the Kingdom through our anonymous gifts and good works. But don't ask what kind. Because if we told you, we would have to assassinate you quickly. So, basically you'll never find out. We wait for our opportunity, and then POUNCE. We pounce like kangaroos, pouncing on helpless Australians. Our black belts are as black as the inside of a coffin on a moon-less night. Even Mother Teresa is jealous of selfless deeds.
So when good things happen to you at Harding Academy, like when you get the last peanut-butter-jelly in the cafeteria. Or when test dates get back pushed back. Or whenever you get really good naps in homeroom. Yeah, we're responsible for that.
We are God's mighty warriors- you best respect.
For your sake.
In other words, we're bring the Kingdom to you like an eagle swooping towards the ground to catch a mouse for dinner. A bald eagle, as a matter of fact.
Prepare to experience the Kingdom in ways you won't believe. Seriously, take your worst nightmare and multiply it by -25.
We lie in the secrets of the shadows waiting for the unsuspecting victims of our mission. We wait to spread the Kingdom through our anonymous gifts and good works. But don't ask what kind. Because if we told you, we would have to assassinate you quickly. So, basically you'll never find out. We wait for our opportunity, and then POUNCE. We pounce like kangaroos, pouncing on helpless Australians. Our black belts are as black as the inside of a coffin on a moon-less night. Even Mother Teresa is jealous of selfless deeds.
So when good things happen to you at Harding Academy, like when you get the last peanut-butter-jelly in the cafeteria. Or when test dates get back pushed back. Or whenever you get really good naps in homeroom. Yeah, we're responsible for that.
We are God's mighty warriors- you best respect.
For your sake.
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