Some people have the nerve to call us exclusive. They forget that the reason we are out here, cut off from society, is for the sole purpose of servicing them. Whatever their reasons I’d have to whole-heartedly agree!
Not only are we exclusive but we are our own entity! With our own holidays I might add. Oh yes! You thought it was only the parties you were missing out on,
but there is more! Much more! Our own home games and holidays!
Here we are celebrating Formal Freeday 
and the International Day of Love!
What more can I say? “The best things and best people rise out of their separateness. I’m against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.” Thank God for The CTC!
Scientists debate whether or not people dream in color. You’d think they could break it down logically but, no. Here we step in to lead the way on this important discovery…
Your mind also tells you you’re in pain or hungry etc… but what does he know? Shut it down with a few nerve killing meds and you forget all about it. What’s more, can you remember it? Of course not! As that would make life unbearable. Sure you remember it hurt real bad cause you can associate it with your tears or cries – ouch! OUCH! OUCH! and in the same way you can recall color with word association but in all reality it probably resembles more of a color by number. 
And, unless you have some disturbing third eye, the only way for it to enter is through your eyes which should, during sleep, remain shut. Sure a little can seep through your eyelids but no more than what you’d get on a starless night. 
No, those smiles aren’t forced. They come with the joy of having just filled two buckets! And, yes, they really are posing with $#!%. As the saying goes “Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.” And, really, what could be better? Already I find them hanging on my arm begging for the chance to do it again and fighting over who will get to carry the bucket. How simple are the joys of youth.
Happy Birthday!
I wish you could have seen their angry faces as they cried “FIE!” and beat their chests with their fists in anguish as I slowly raked in their chips and knocked them one by one out of the game. Ahhh! Jesus gave me mad skills!