For those of you who do not know, the alcove is term referring to a little corner of St. Ursula where we (the names mentioned below) eat lunch and it also refers to the group of people who are filthy enough to eat there. The following is a record from the beginning of this year of the humorous or just plain stupid things we say on a regular basis, proving that intelligent people are crazier then the rest of the world.
Quick 'n' Easy Index:
It Came From the Alcove: Itís a nice place to live, but I wouldnít want to visit.
Susan: If you ever smell vegetable soup, you know itís me.
Sonya: Yeah, and if you smell Skyline chili, itís me.
Critter: Whatís that smell? Oh, itís Sonya.
Mr. Dauner: Itís cold out.
Sonya: Yeah, my boogers are frozen.
(Mr. Dauner looks horrified and blinks eyes)
Sonya (upon smelling Critterís fart): That fart smelt like rotten eggs!
Critter: Youíll never forget this, will you?
Sonya: No, it smells too bad.
The Multitalented Critter: Perfection in parking and vending machines
Peggy (on Critterís driving abilities): Courtney decides to share a parking space with Carolyn, instead of taking one of the fifteen empty spaces next to her car.
Mrs. Arbona: Who would ever want to get married if they werenít going to have kids?
Critter: I would!
Chelsea: Courtney, those hips should be used for something besides vending machines!
Chelsea: No, itís stuck!!! Good Lord, someone get Critter!
Carolyn: Critter, I have a problem.
Critter: Which machine?
Peggy (on Critterís inability to park): You know sheís horny, just look at that parking job! Now thatís a promiscuous driver!
Critter (on her driving abilities): Iím such a promiscuous driver!
Peggy: Guitar Man is not worthy of touching the shrine that is your butt.
Critter: Ah, very true.
Chelsea: Yeah Critter, that butt should only be used on vending machines.
Theories on life: Maxims and malapropisms
Courtney: Itís a travesty!
Carolyn: No, itís a malapropism.
Nicki: Iím frustrated, because I sometimes I feel like I need to go out and do great things, and I donít feel like it.
Ms. Arbona: Peggy, you were serious when you were little, but now youíve gotten a little goofy.
Chelsea: Otherwise, you could burn off your fingerprints and be a really good cook.
Critter: Itís great living in your own delusional world because you feel so cool all the time.
Critter (while giving Guitar man money): Donít worry, this time its only money.
Peggy: Thatís the stupidest thing I ever heard, and I said it!
Candi (commenting on Abbyís denial of her squealing her brakes): YEAH! RIGHT!
Sonya: Iím so weird, I donít know how to act normal.
Chelsea (commenting on Carolynís use of animal tranquilizers in her job as a vet tech): One for the kitty, one for me!
Erin: Chelsea, the reason you talk so loud is instead of having inner peace, you have a heavy metal band.
Chelsea: Erin, donít give me an attitude about my attitude!
Academic Team Question Reader: Sammy Adams: A signer and a good beer guy.
Neal: A queer bird sits hunched over, canít be weird like that!
Sonya: Itís not underlined!!!
Courtney (explaining the art history AP to Erin): The ancient Africans practiced the art of lost cast waxing, I mean lost wax casting, I mean-
Chelsea: How about wost cow maxing?
Peggy: How about cows masturbating?
Critter: Cows masturbating? What? How could they do that with their hooves? I guess theyíd need a fence.
Courtney M: Critter, I do not need to know about the solitary sexual habits of bovines.
Courtney (on baked potato day): Ah lak putatahs!
Mrs. Markey (to the alcove): Youíre corrupting Lauren!
Peggy (regarding Nickiís ability to put spaghetti up the nose): Now thatís a party skill!
Susan: do you want to hear a party skill? Peter can stick two dollars in quarters up his nose!
Erin: Look at the snow, look at the snow!
Nicki: Iíve never had a rooster down my pants!
Peggy: Only Chelsea has a forehead that men would kill for! (amazingly enough this conversation started off as an intelligent discussion on the Talaban)
(Academic team clue, the answer of which started with the letter ĎWí: "An Australian marsupial related to the kangaroo".)
Critter: A wyandot!!
Courtney M: What the fuck is a wyandot?!!?
Critter: You know in the Frente! song! "Waiting for the wyandotÖ"
Courtney M: Thatís wind-up you moron! And itís a wombat!
(Chelsea and Critter are very happy walking to French after lunch, so they begin to make noises like the chef in the Little Mermaid does.)
Chelsea: (chef noise)
Critter: (chef noise) You sound like the guy in the Little Mermaid.
Chelsea: Yeah, like the cookman?
Critter: Cookman?? I think you mean chef Chels.
(The two laugh hysterically for a good 10 minutes. Unfortunately, this conversation ended up giving Critter another nicknameólike she needs anymore)
Critter: You know what Chels? If I ever shave my genitals, you can tell who ever you want.
Chelsea (while doing a French project with Critter): Oh! Fix that little bugger!
Critter (sarcastically): Alright Chels, Iíll get that bugger!
Chelsea (on pooh parties and STDs): The question is can STDs be transferred in a soapy environment from crotch to foot to crotch?
Random person says to Chelsea during a pooh party: Either I have just been fingered or toed!
Critter (while talking to Courtney M on the phone): Shutup, Iím not done comparing Mary P. to Hitler!!!
Courtney M: Evil cat go awayÖaahhhh (random cat screeches and hissing)Ö (in a sad, whiny voice) evil cat.
Sheet on Alcoholism we got during morality: Greg is passed outÖand needs medical attention.
Peggy: Critter, that explains why Guitar Man hasnít called.
Sonya: Ten cents to feel my leg!! (scarily enough she made 20 centsódoesnít that make you wonder what else goes on at St. Ursula Academy?)
An Intelligent View on Biology from Scientific Geniuses
Carolyn (After spending 15 minutes on an extremely complex problem to get the number three): I do not know what to do with this new information.
Chelsea: Well, just call me Hardy-Weinberg.
Critter (8:30 on a Saturday morning at school, reading a Science Olympics lab manual): Everyone listen to this!
"This exercise will be conducted using a variety of roasted peanuts in the shell. Once the exercise is completed, students may feel free to consume the peanuts. Please properly dispose of the shells."
They may feel free to consume the peanuts! (Critter laughs hysterically for the next 5 minutes while the rest of the team looks on in confusion.)
Poetic Justice: Eloquence at its best
I ainít got no number,
I ainít got no soul,
The only thing Iíve got is a sweeeet cresent roll!
We love your chocolate muffins
óCourtney M, Peggy, Critter, with help from the rest of the alcove
I yearn for popcorn
I stuff handfuls in my mouth
Chelseaís Vending Machine Haikus (we take crappy food seriously)
Natural flavor popcorn
A curse upon the cove
The gods are angry.
Brown sugar pop tart
When not in the machine
I must weep for it
That stupid freshman
Just bought the last pop tart
Which I yearned to eat
Now that you have read this, arenít you thanking God for your sanity?
If not, you should beÖ
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