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[fuckyou_chorus]

[IN THE MIDDLE OF CAMP, THERE IS SUDDENLY A BOX. more specifically, a box, a sign that says VOTE, and a stack of ballots with the following options:

Poll

... welp.]

(( VOTERS GET A BALLOON. mingle and go nuts o7 ))

Comments

[burgercraving]

[balloon!]

I suddenly feel like I'm in the celibacy club again.

[bronevolence]

...why would anyone build a club around that?

[burgercraving]

Two words: Quinn Fabray.

[bronevolence]

Two words that don't mean anything from where I'm standing, Lady Santana.

[burgercraving]

Quinn was the Queen Bitch in Charge, and what she said went. That mean that even if it was just a way to introduce myself to the football players I hadn't had in the sack yet, I had to join her prudish little club.

[bronevolence]

I see.

[your wacky modern social norms.]

[burgercraving]

You'd have fit right in, Floaty.

[bronevolence]

I'd prefer to keep such things to myself than to join a club for them, thank you very much.

[burgercraving]

Apart from fun with zippers and balloons, you're a tight ass enough to buy into Q's lifestyle.

[bronevolence]

And that is my business, and nobody else's.

[bronevolence]

...wait, what about zippers and balloons?

[burgercraving]

You were supposed to keep a balloon between you and your partner to prove that no one was getting too randy. Only Puck did everything he could to get closer to me, thus inspiring me to look into his crappy credit score and get rid of him.

[bronevolence]

...

[no, seriously, you modern folks are weird sometimes.]

[burgercraving]

Sure enough, Finn Hudson of the fast ejaculation got a little too into it and he was the first to blow.

[bronevolence]

...was that a double entendre?

[burgercraving]

Who do you think you're talking to?