Posse

Posses are the key to civilization. It's true. Think about it: Everybody has a Posse, whether you're an outcast or the President, whether its one person or thirty. Even the people who claim they 'Don't Have Friends', have their Team Fortress 2 clan to worry about.

Though most people can thrive without being surrounded by their posse at all times, their are the others who looked negatively wilted when not surrounded by their Posse. You know the type. They look like half-people on their own. True, all people need a posse pick-me-up once in a while, but some people will DIE if not with their posse on their own.

Like I mentioned a coupla posts ago, George the Yellow had, at one time, gotten separated from the rest of the crew of the Bloodhound, and also the coolest posse on the Bloodhound, which is the posse I'm in, naturally. Mine and George's posse also consists of Erik the Noisy, Phil the Conceited, Soren the Hard-of-Hearing-Scribe, and my doge*, Omar the Bold.

Hold on, Chieftain Gregory the Hairy wants me to go clean out the refrigerator.

Olaf the Bald is not my 'DOGE', or whatever kind of misspelling crack that is. I think he means dog. Anyway, just wanted to make tha clear. Omar the Bold, out!

Keeping up the running gag of not figuring out why text I didn't type randomly appears below what I wrote and ignoring it in fear of the blogging gods like Thor, I continue. Anyway, with George not being with his cool posse for three weeks turned him into a shell. He was not prepared for the lack of Posse he experienced, and as such, said nothing but "P-p-p-p-pickles!" for nine weeks after we picked him back up. George always was the most needy out of all of us, though.

SO, to sum everything all up, here's a list of what classifies as a Posse:

1.) Any number of people from two to infinity who do any and all things in any and all forms together.

2.) The group of people you need to hang with at least once every three months, depending on the person. Three Months is the Maximum, five minutes the minimum.

3.) It doesn't even have to be a group of friends. Your posse could be a group of people who all hate each other and try in creative ways to kill each other, and at the end of each month, come together to a roundish table and discuss new ways to kill each other. Its that loose.

And.... that's all I've got fo' today.

Olaf the BAAAAALD!

*Intentional Misspelling.