.: Greetings, fellow Gerbils! :.

Greetings, fellow gerbils!
Hey there, it's Gerry here! As you may have gathered, I am a gerbil and this is a blog about my life on this planet. I appear to humans through a machine called the GerbilMaestro, which is an exact copy of my master. I control this machine and most of the time pretend to be my master in front of other humans.
I hope you enjoy reading my blog. Thanks a gerbillion!

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Sunday, 5 October 2014

Weekly News Round-Up #70: 28/09/2014

Hey peeps, how's it going? It's been a relatively quiet week around here, but there's always plenty of funny moments...

Monday wasn't the best of days. After a chat about nasty bugses, Master found what appeared to be a dead daddy-long-legs in her salad. I think it's fair to say that everyone was thoroughly repulsed by it. Remember kids, always wash pre-packed salad, even if it says it's washed and ready to eat. Even after the second wash it might still be dodgy.

The following day, Wicks decided to carry out an investigation into the number of Polo's there should be in a pack. According to online sources, the average is 25. With this information, when dishing out Polo's to everyone, we had to say the number that we were, in true '21 Dares' fashion.

In the middle of the week, things got slightly heated at lunchtime and soon became a verbal colleseum. Although it was just fun and games, we were all jumping at the opportunity of banter. Master had a good laugh at the fact that ANT had inconveniently ruffled up her hair in an unsuccessful attempt to get rid of a spider, whilst ConscienceSarah called out to people in a rather 'laid-back' manner. I believe we can describe it as an 'ermahgerd' sort of voice.

Thursday proved to be somewhat problematic. Oski Bear looked at his Academy-issued ID card and deemed it not damaged enough. Only seconds later, a loud snap resounded in the study room and we realised soon enough that he'd snapped it in half. Welp, all that was left to do was ask around for sellotape.
On the topic of snapping plastic objects, ConscienceSarah had a rather solid apple crumble that ended up breaking her spoon. In the end, she resorted to chiselling pieces off with the butt end of a more sturdy plastic knife.

Continuing on what seems to be a streak of misfortunes, ANT, Wicks and Master strolled into Localville town centre on Friday with high hopes that WicDiv would have arrived by this week. Of course, a slightly awkward conversation with the shopkeeper ensued, as it was still stuck in postage. Never mind, they say 'third time lucky', right?

Until next week, have a good one ;)

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