Inside Mitchieville - September 1, 2007

You certainly cannot find fault with Leslie, here telling a pupil that 'if you want to eat a chocolate bar, you have to eat the wrapper first'. The last person to comment on her hair (as in, 'lose your comb, toots?' ), had the tip of his forefinger removed slowly with a pair of tin snips. Less complaining means more digits.


Some students have moved to Mitchieville from Northeast Scarborough. This is Samantha. Her previous chemistry instructor was cooking methamphetamine in the school lab, but it looks like the teachers college course that he took in prison did not cover off the basics, like chemistry. Nothing that spending on a few more special programs could not handle. Like chemistry.



This is Fred, the Caretaker at Mitchieville High. In order to qualify for even more Government funding, we hired him based on quota, not ability. Fred used to work at the Airport, until he had an industrial accident on the night of the asteroid shower. He works in darkness. He lives in darkness. He commutes on the 401 in darkness. But, Fred has great night vision, which is great as we turn out the lights at sundown to fight Global Warming.


This is the cover from the brochure of homilies for September in honor of Set, The Snake God ... titled: Set is All Around Us. Did you know that all of your children will be introduced to the worship of Set, The Snake God as part of the High School Mathematics curriculum this year? This is Good News! Another good reason to fight against funding for faith based schools ... more jobs for the Atheist and Anti-Christian Public Schools of Ontario. Everyone who complains is a racist!




This poor lady is suffering from the inner coldness that comes from feeding her family nutritious food. She should have given her children a mug of cappuchino with a chocolate bar for dinner instead of this * . Her husband is sleeping soundly, and she will never collect his pension is she feeds him this * . Such lack of suffering makes me cry. If more people ate their food cold, in darkness, from a can, then there would be more money to hire telemarketers to raise money for Global Warming awareness.


I, Fenris Badwulf, dictated this to my underfoot minion ikthis, early on Saturday morning because I work hard for You, The People of Mitchieville, unlike others who are lazy and are sleeping in a pool of their own vomit in some gutter.