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WHY CAN"T I BE A CHEERLEADER, TOO? Veronica watched Bambi from the bleachers as she performed her ridiculous cheer. The girl could jump higher than a deer. Perhaps it was due to her name. Veronica observed Bambi with thoughtful eyes as the crowd around her cheered. She was so perfect, so sultry, so popular, so cheerleader-ee it was sickening. And she was so thin. But she certainly didn't eat like a deer. At the happy burger place the other day, Veronica had watched Bambi from afar as she downed a large chocolate milkshake, a large fry and a double cheeseburger.
If Veronica did that, she'd blow up like the Hindenberg. Life wasn't fair. And it wasn't as if Bambi were a nice person. She never spoke to anyone who wasn't 'on her level'. Wasn't there any justice in life? Veronica perked up as the crowd calmed down and Coach Whiner came to stand by Bambi to get everyone hyped up for the game tonight. Bambi was holding the hand microphone by her side, the center of attention - as always was the case with Bambi. And she had been 'the chosen one' that would be handing off the mike to the coach so he could rally team support. Veronica giggled as justice prevailed because as Bambi went to hand the microphone to the coach, she passed a big load of gas that echoed nicely through the gym. Don't you just love modern day technology! |
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