Today was the last full ARML. Not actually that sentimental, since there are what, 2 or 3 more mandatory practices? But even so, senior year is ending. Tis unfortunate.

On the car ride home, we created a story as a group, each of us providing a word in order. The resulting masterpeice is shown below:

A exotic mineral was consumed by five. These portable mushrooms were not luminescent, although they could, under certain circumstances, burn firewood. One silent cheesecake cracked open in five dragons, full of traffic lights and mushrooms. Poisonous pokemon attacked, voraciously, pure podcast doppler. Accidently, peanut butter jelly baptized pope through radiating cinderblocks. Flowers kicked toiletry among dancing statues rotting with glee. The moss provided sanctuary for digimon and flittering trolls so that stop sign would lose to the assassins game. Seventeen fails horrified Jared blinkers! Porky pig squeamish torbert "apparently they had complaints about five or something", Dkim huge nopper and wiretapping consistency filed complaints converging upon Bob Jones University. Haywood Woody Torrence screamed "a general is ugly, just like your mother". Suddenly rage warehouse ire proof came upon Tim. Small onions that smelled really good in terms of bio with respect to Williams college. Terrorists fenced John mailbox in forty six pine trees, unless they were too ugly for fiftyfive trashcans (read: Eric). Yes we can big bang so fat but low battery, not I said the cow, my foot is a huge large.