Well, whoop de fucking doo. Videl is sick, so we wont be broadcasting much until she gets over her flu and returns to her anthrax dumping-happy state. Oh, and we also have been assigned to annihilate sixteen more students at bel air middle. I have also noticed that our TV is yet again broken, and our computer is low on bandwidth.

Well...thats kinda my fault since I download almost sixty mp3s a day on Kazza...and you know what? They cant come over to arrest me, because I live in a damn hole with a ladder that refuses to let me climb it!

Yes, I am having issues with the Ladder. The damn thing does not know how to cooperate. Yesterday, I was just carrying my daily bag of anthrax down to the market, I started to walk up it, and somehow it backfires and starts shaking like mad. Videl says it does this due to being possessed by an evil spirit.

What am I going to do, Perform an exorcism on a ladder? An un-living object? Does this mean that the huge rock outside our hole could be posessed as well? I was thinking about that...the damn thing just kept giving me these dirty looks...Videl thinks I'm seeing things due to mal-nutrition. Heh. Right, whatever.

Well anyway, I have to go give Videl her medicine now. Im trying not to get the dimatep mixed up with the anthax bottles though. They look so much alike. After that I need to go steal a new TV, and maybe if I can sneak into one of those American air bases, I can steal a PS2 and leave some anthrax in there 'Coca-Cola'. Hmm. Sound like an insane hippy word. Whatever

Sincerely, with love and anthrax,

Cari.

Heh...had to change the song. Hampton the Hampster is so sexy.

Well anyway, me and Videl went on a survey-spree yesterday. Fest. Bananza. Whatever you want to call it. How about survey-(insert spree-related synonym here). Yea, there we go.

Well, our survey was mainly observing the peoples view on of corse, me and Videl's favorite subject...

World Domination.

Aaand, the famous question-

Cari: "what is your opinion on world domination?"

Person1: "the world will never be taken over. too many morons."

Person2: "I think that when I hear it I automatically think of the government, and want to vomit"

Person3: "for it...if im the leader."

Person4: fun

Person5: "sounds good."

And then we couldn't get any more. Some american retards came up to us, and tried to confiscate our survey! How rude. But thats ok. When they wake up with anthrax all around their room, I shall cherish the moment.

Sincerely, Cari.

Oh yes our food has mysteriously vanished **Glares at Cari.** I go to the store everyday and buy you food bitch. Stop eatin it all. I buy enough to last us three weeks. **Glare glare glare.** I shall return later. I must first kill my bitch and then we shall return with some more death to Bel Air High Schoolians.

Ta ta for now

~Lady V

Well, lets just say its been quite a fuckidy-doo-da week so far. So bad that we havn't even gotten to typing a new entry in a few days...

...or weeks...

I Would also like to announce that my hatred towards the citizens of America had deepened during the past few days as well. Damn you all. Rahg.

Thanks to you dumb fucks, I'm too scared to sit on a freaking toilet without some alien popping out of my ass. Again, I repeat, Damn you all. Me and Videl expected that to be some wicked-awesome indian movie, titled 'dreamcatcher'. Hah. Haha. Haa....

Well, besides my newley developed phobia, called "I'm-too-scared-to-take-a-shit-thanks-to-dreamcatcheritus", We have also managed to *cough* misplace, ALL of our food.

Well, I can't wait until we can fulfill that kill list given to us. We hope that all the idiots in Bel Air are happy we accepted the assasniation in the first place.

Well, so long for now. My hands hurt.

-Cari

THE HISTORY OF BEL AIR HIGH:

Back in the 40s when they were building bahs, 4 construction workers got trapped in the half built building due to a blizzard. They waited days and almost starved to death but one day a bobcat strolled into the building throught a small hole in the snow ceiling. The workers cooked the bobcat with their welding torches and butchered it with their tools. The food was just enough to keep them alive.. thats why were the bel air bobcats.

Submited by (insert name)

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Ahhh....that was heartwarming! I'm in tears ....hmmm...whoops. Wrong Icon....

Well, anyway, back to your local Al Quedea news, hosted by Lady V and C, broadcasting live from their twenty foot hole in the middle of some god-forsaken desert in the middle of our home country (not really) Iraq!

So far, for me and Videl, it has been a good day. Not only did I manage to bribe some dumb american into our cave so I could gruesomely (is that a word?) slaughter him.

Oh, and to my anti-belairians-

Tata

~Cari