Part Three: The King of Cling

And Other Random Tales.

WARNING! THE FOLLOWING MAY BE CHRONOLOGICALLY INACCURATE DUE TO MY TERRIBLE MEMORY!

Monday the 3rd of November

Buffy commences.

There was watching. And playing (the video game). And Talking about.

We kicked ass at that game. Sort of. I looked up cheats with and without Qacei's permission. She didn't like it. But then she told me to.

It was confuzzling.

I don't know what happened after that. Buffy makes my brain explode.

Tuesday the 4th of November

ELECTION DAY! What can I say about election day? It was a simple gala affair. We watched the television, we watched the online updates, we baked Barack Obrownies, we celebrated each victory, including the final one. We watched Obama's speech, we watched McCain's, we set off fireworks and yelled really loud, we ate the Barack Obrownies, which were more delicious flavored by victory. We invented a supervillain, the King of Cling (he shoots cling wrap at people as he yells 'Cling on' (Get it?)) and his sidekicks, McMaverick and Moose. We invented a vampire who loves swiss cheese but can't go near it because it's hol(e)y. We called people. We danced. We sang. We did a multitude of other things.

We slept.

To be concluded.