So..... Sunday.....
You sure have changed since yesterday without any warning. I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU SO WELL
TIS TIME TO BRING THE BELL OF SHAME??
I THOUGHT NOT *puts bell of shame away in a bulletproof case*
So.... Sunday..... It is a day of sun *peers out window* Or not *sheepish smile*
Well then why the furry cat is it Sunday Morning?? *screams at sky like a maniac* TELL ME WHYYY
Tis the season to officiate Sunday a mourn day but how can we possibly do so?
*brings out megaphone* GET IN HERE DERREN
*after hours of re-writing the declaration of independence Derren was able to attain from Rotunda for the Charters of Freedom*
We finally did it Derren! *wipes tear* Is this great or what? I mean- *pathetic sob* So sad.
Now that I've changed Sunday Morning to a Sunday Mourning, tis time to mourn.
*5 minutes later*
Mourning is boring *whine* Tis time to pArTaY!!
I COMMAND THEE TO PARTAY LIKE IT'S 1989
I DON'T CARE IF 5 MINUTES AGO I CLAIMED SUNDAY A MOURN DAY DERREN! IT'S PARTAY TIMEEE *dances like a maniac*
Derren, this is the part where you partay like it's 1989. Consider this a day off or something. I don't know. Now that you can talk, haven't you learnt how to have fun? Owen will never know. Just like he totally doesn't know about the time April, Audrey and I converted you to Swiftism-
Shit wait-
He does.
You see I-
I shan't be the blame for Derren's musical taste, or his estranged weekend in Barneyville, Clarafornia ( You're crazy if you think I'm telling you where I live, and that says a lot considering everyone here is already crazy-)
*shoves Derren into abstract van, taking him back to Britain*
Happy Sunday I guess?
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