mk I've began a webcomic which goes by the ironic name of "No Children".

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Fact you may not know: I go to an anglican unisex boarding school.

Anyway, seeing as I haven't updated in a while, I thought I'd tell a little story on the intense, hardkore, happenings of a house of 160 upper class, mostly anorexic, girls.

Some 4 girls were bored one wonderful weekend, so they went walkie to the shops and bought a bottle of coke and a few bottles of lemon essence, 85% alcoholic.

At the devious hour of midnight they snuck into someones room to mix the, rather poisonous, "beverage"

One girl mixed 3 in one drink, and skulled it down.

With her body weight in mind (about 40 kg)

She, logically, wound up in hospital.


Some may call this "youth drinking", but this is truly only one thing, "youth retardation"

For all youz you don't know what a spider is, its an already overly sweet drink with the sweetest ever plonked on the top; ice cream.

I just made one for the first time in about 5 years using pepsi max and caramello icecream

It tastes beautiful.

Pigs hoves beaten down 100 thousand times and mixed with shitty cream, curdling with try-hard sugar (artificial sweetener) in liquid form is absolutly to die for.

Oh am I shitting anyone here? It honestly is grotesk and disgustly artifical,

but hey its the novelty which counts

Ok, I am female, and I am writing to all you girls who scream at the tops of their voices to show off it's high pitch and have a new "boyfriend" every two weeks. I have one insult and one compliment to tell all you girls today.

The insult) You should die for you scare and scar everyone who sees your plastiicnesity and your ability to cling to every other plactic.

The compliment) You know your style of thinking is very similar to a philosophers. I mean you both go looking for something taken for granted. It's just philosophers question them, where-as you jump up and down and scream about them you melodrama shits.

Thank you and have a lovely life.

and I hope I never meet you

if you are one of those girls.

Body: Can I just ask a question to all whom may receive this, why do humans, as they grow, begin to make life socially more difficult for themselves? Perhaps it's just a modern fling but relationships seem basicly impossible in this day and age because people can't seem talk to each other for more then ten seconds of fear of offending someone. Thankfully there is a solution to this epidemic; reverse pyscology. However even some of the most confident, well trained reverse pycology-ists are having problems to get their conversations past the 10 second mark. We can get fed up with these short convos and begin to turn to therapy, where people called therapists are paid to talk to you, and lie to you as well; its basicly their job, which probably pays very well, to soften everything up for you.

Now I poise another question to everyone, why do humans ever need to grow up? When we are younger we don't even realize we say half the things we say, and we are so much happier, as long as no one interferes with our fantasy world. Like the other day a family with two young children, around the age of six, walked past me, pointing and waving franticly at me while yelling "LOOK THERES ONE". I don't know exactly what I am one of, but let me just find content in the fact that I now know something honest about myself, that I'm "ONE".

I am so satisfied with those kids that I am tempted to talk to six year olds for advice on, well, everything. They just seem to get more of a straight answer then anyone else.