We had firedrills, tornado drills, earthquake drills, and after the shooting, shooting drills. In elementary school we had an actual tornado. And in middle school, we had several actual fires. It was almost comical how often small fires cropped up in that school, forcing us all out to stand on the athletic field and miss our classes.All we ever had were firedrills.
County people are crazy.
What I find startling are all the guns stolen from a friend's place. I can't imagine anybody owning so many firearms.
Hey, goddamnit, I live in Salt Lake City and it's a lot fucking worse than you people make it out to be. Stop sugar-coating it.
*Aussie accent* Maybe the dingo ate your pupil.In New Zealand, we had firedrills and earthquake drills. In Australia, we had firedrills and, at high school, lockdown drills. It was never expressly stated that lockdown drills were in case of a shooting, but really, what else would've they been for? In case some dingo came to steal the students?
*Aussie accent* Maybe the dingo ate your pupil.
When I was like, 7, there was a presentation about animals at my school. There was a dingo on a leashIf a dingo really were on the school grounds, I would've been pushing people towards it, since I'm an Assver like that.
My band's drummer quit.
Ah hell, what happened?
I have no idea. I might follow him, though. I've been with the band 10 months and we've done nothing. Perhaps that's why he quit.
Oh, I'm still here. Got distracted tidying the kitchen and then some Medicins Sans Frontieres guys doing a fundraising drive came by and I got chatting to them. Nice blokes.