CiM- State of the Crazy Cracker Union 12-17-01

      Huber exclaims that, �The atmosphere was electric, my heart was racing.�

         Upon the suggestion of some cohorts, Patrick and Huber began to strip for the public�s enjoyment. At this point, the whole upper area of the field was filled with joyous onlookers as far as the eye could see, this being the eye of an old and disheveled woman with incredibly bad vision.
        It was now that the projectiles made their grand entrance; bottles upon bottles of soda were thrown onto the field. This affair was certainly turning into something not for the weak at heart.

         Bewildered onlooker G reflects, �It was all confusion. First thing I remember thinking was it would be fun to watch, a little entertainment, and before I knew it, I was running the hell away from there, fearing for my life.�
         Any person of good sense would have ended this situation, but nobody ever said CCP was comprised of sensible people. Instead of fearing the flying soda, the crackers embraced the gifts and drank and poured the liquids down their pants. At this point, my loyal crackers beckoned me to join them, and of course I did. Before this, I had just been another spectator, but now I was in the thick of things, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I could not stop thinking about how magnificent a moment this was, but it was destined to not end without injury.

A soda landed at my feet, and I drank it with pride. It was not until after swallowing the oddly frothy drink that I realized it was urine. Without much time to contemplate what I had just put in my body, a criminally insane mad man made his way onto the set, wielding a belt. He quickly surveyed the area, and chose Huber as his victim.

He mounted him and began to flog his big white ass. Luckily, he soon tired of this activity and ran off into the distance to rape some infants, I am guessing. After a welcomed show of gross incompetence, da man finally stepped in and ended the madness. We made our way off the field filled with a sense of triumph. I remarked to a sore ass Huber, �I think that soda had piss in it.� He responded with his usually, �Yep.� It was truly a glorious day for Crazy Cracker Productions.

As of late, things have been slow at CCP.

      Never fear, it is not like we have been sitting at home in silence sipping on cheap red wine and contemplating, �WHAT IS ALL THAT RACKET?!�

      It has been quite the opposite. We have been experiencing much jubilation, but things were on the decline from our normal collective glory�until TODAY. As CCP members Andrew Huber, Patrick Abdel-Nour, Brennan Jordan, and Phillipe Barreyro began to march around the school track with Huber in a shopping cart, a crowd slowly began to form.

      This event was to celebrate obtaining signatures to the tune of 150 to keep the new CCP investment of shopping cart exploits alive after opposition from da man (A.K.A. the Wilson administration). As the audience began to increase, the possibility for another great CCP moment grew and grew like only a man�s penis can when the Skinimax porno finally comes on after a night of boring anticipation.