As the title suggests I’m starting an SDMB Brat Pack. Why, you ask? Because we’ve got Mods and Admin, SDSAB’s and the fabled 99’ers. But where in Og’s name is my club? Well as of now it’s right here and I’m giving you all a chance to join.
Auditions will run for as long as I like, because I can be lazy like that.
All are welcome, but if you belong to one of the groups above you will be penalised. Jealous? Me?
I’ll probably set a limit of about 20-30 but I’ll wait to see what happens.
All applicants must be cool and by cool I mean what I think is cool, which could be anything, especially shiny things.
Give me your best shot…
My main sunglasses are a pair of fake Ray-Bans that I found in the ocean. Really. A bunch of us were standing around talking, kind of chest deep in the surf, and I felt something under my foot. When I reached down and picked it up, it was these sunglasses. I’ve been wearing them ever since.
And where does this leave us, those people who aren’t old enough to be '99ers, but are far too ancient to be brats? Eh? Where does it leave us?
Nowhere, that’s where. Alone and palely loitering, lost and forlorn in the twilight of our years. I’ve been here three and a half years! That’s … um … nearly twenty-five, in dog (or Internet) years! I demand recognition, respect, and a comfy chair by the fireplace, and don’t disturb me while I’m having my nap!
Hmph. Brat pack indeed. “New Generation”? Only if I get to be Riker. Hmph.
Great, just what we need, a punch of youngsters forming their own gang, spraying painting graffiti everywhere, wearing their colors, disrespecting their elders, etc. Well you punks better keep that music turned down or I’m going to call the moderators!
:rolleyes: Pppfffftt. Like I give a good rat’s ass about your lame club. Hell with this…I ain’t about to hang out with a buncha douchebags, whining about how imperfect your pathetic little suburban existance is. Dicks. :mad: