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NSFDP – Aqua Phobia Post

NSFDP — Not So Focused Discussion Point
Aqua Phobia edition

This is basically what I do everyday: internal monologues that come out into the world and should really just be stuffed back into my brain and never let out again–youshouldplaypsychonauts. This new-ish segment that I–MissyAnya–have is just me being me and talking about weird crap. Some stuff will be girly and some stuff will be so dude-like you’d swear I was Ky-wait…Wi-…. ….there’s no dudes like that on The Shpitz…so, I’ll just be really dude-like. It’s not exactly on point all the time, but who cares: it’s a blog.

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The Descent – Part III

Kyle and I are working in a summer hire program for most of vacation. The thing about being a summer hire is there really isn’t much for you to do. There aren’t a lot of jobs that summer hires are allowed, so most of the day is spent sitting at our computers waiting to be assigned a task. While it may at first not sound so bad, I mean getting paid to sit at a computer and do nothing sounds pretty easy right? Well, after eight hours of it a day you start to go a little….crazy.

So we decided to introduce a new segment to try to keep our spirits up, or at least our sanity intact. It’s called “The Descent” and documents our fall into madness through daily logs of our activities. We hope you enjoy reading through our suffering!

Today is the third installment in “The Descent”! Kyle and Will have what might be called their most productive day full of screenplay writing, forum post reading, ninja killing, fire breathing action. Check it out and enjoy!

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The Descent – Part I

It’s summer time. School is over, the sun is shining and the tank is clean. It’s a time where everyone sits at home on their couch or on some tropical beach relaxing. Well, maybe not everyone. Kyle and I are working in a summer hire program for most of vacation (I just finished about a month of work and today was Kyle’s third day). The thing about being a summer hire is there really isn’t much for you to do. There aren’t a lot of jobs that summer hires are allowed, so most of the day is spent sitting at our computers waiting to be assigned a task. While it may at first not sound so bad, I mean getting paid to sit at a computer and do nothing sounds pretty easy right? Well, after eight hours of it a day you start to go a little….crazy.

So today we decided to introduce a new segment to try and keep our spirits up, or at least our sanity intact. It’s called “The Descent” and documents our fall into madness through daily logs of our activities. We hope you enjoy reading through our suffering!

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Mallard Monday

There is no introduction for such a terrible event. There is no way to put this lightly. The horrors that occurred this day will never be forgotten. Its been many years since that day. That dark, horrid day. I can remember it like yesterday. Memory fades with age, its true, but this will never be forgotten. This Will never be forgiven. Time cannot erase this…thing. I may wash my hands, but the blood never washes away. ITS MALLARD MONDAY!!!!

Its that time of week my little hermaphrodites. No no, were not getting the sex change. Its something better! Its that time of week where we pick out the duck of the week! This Duck will be praised by all for years to come! After he is elected duck of the week, he will go on to enter the great hall of Ducks! Where only the mightiest of mighty ducks can enter! Lets make like horseshit and smell some gas! Its Mallard Monday OMG. This weeks winner is J. P. Bigdika D. a.k.a Jerseys own Playa: Bigdika Duck.

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This old fashioned playa, from Victorian era is no hata. He is the B shizzle knee for all yall bitches out there. Ya need a hook up, then he will send his Indian servant to serve you. Ya want some fish and chips? Done. You want some fried chicken? Bitch please, don’t even go there. They may be the retard cousin, but they still family. Even if you get tingly feelings when you look at them at the beach and she’s look damn fine in a swim suit. That’s right, this duck don’t play around. No crook can steal this fashionably feathered fellows style. He waddles with a purpose. Keep that chain low, and let it wobble to the flo hizzy, you da duck!

There you go mom. I told you I have friends! Come back next week for the next issue of Mallard Monday!

Monologue’n

This week’s monologue is a little different from the others I’ve picked. The first two dealt with life and death and their attitudes towards these subjects were pretty clear. This monologue is a little less…obvious. It comes from Samuel Beckett’s famous absurdist piece, Waiting for Godot which is known around the world as “the play where nothing happens twice”.

Godot is about two vagabonds who are in the middle of nowhere waiting for a man named Godot. They pass the time by having seemingly random conversations with each other contemplating their relationship, life and carrots. As they wait, two interesting characters, Pozzo and Lucky, appear. Pozzo is a very conceited man who is on his way to sell his slave, Lucky. This monologue I have here is what comes out of Lucky after he is prompted to “think” by his master Pozzo. It’s really, really long and, for the most part, nonsense. Hit View Full Article for the glorious monologue, plus bonus points!

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