I wrote a poem once. It goes: "I hate marching band, I would much rather play in the sand." There's more to the poem, but I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING IT.
Yeah, so I hate marching band. It just reeks with opportunities to make stnanks.
And when opportunity knocks...
STNANK!
I was on the wrong foot. STNANK! I broke form when i should've been standing still. STNANK! I missed the second G. STNANK! i got all sweaty. STNANK! I forgot how to play the school song. STNANK! The football players were on our practice field. STNANK! My hair was floppy. STNANK!
And that is why I love sand.
Holy crap. *angrily mutters*
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