bloo

each day, at 11:11, pocho, duckie and i take a small venture to the third floor of the school building.

our purpose: to visit the blessed bloo bathroom. ask no questions, receive only sacred answers.

we also like to bother science teachers during their lunchtime. is this too spiteful? we say no.

today we had a mishap. duckie was stranded, talking to an estranged chemistry teacher about his defference from the university of michigan (fail) while promo and pocho were trapped in the bloo bathroom with a biology teacher visiting the facilities.

the catch: the bloo bathroom had no power. we had to document this for blip. this is pocho, a beautful model, in the pitch black bloo bathroom.

p.s. note the captialization: this was written by the elusive and quite talented pocho, with minimal help from duckie.