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Is this already too brutal...?
Oh well!
Okay, so as we all know, the wild Joe is basically the scrub mascot of my blog. (He knows and accepts his fate.)
Legend has it that the mysterious Joe lurks in the depths of bronze waiting for his first pentakill. According to ancient scriptures,(dated somewhere in 2002), Joe's lifelong dream is to screenshot and print his first pentakill and make numerous copies, spreading his "success" throughout the land. Where he wants his pentakill to end up, you may ask? The answer lies beneath a magnet on Mr. Ravenda's refrigerator. Joe wants to bring some tone into Mr. Ravenda's life and prove he is worthy to be a part of our PSAT Verbal class. I have a feeling we will all be dead by time he gets a penta, though.
I think this is a good time to make him a poem.
Joe.
Joe Rhymes with No.
Joe also rhymes with a certain gardening tool.
Joe goes 0-10 in his placements.
Joe really needs a replacement.
He's so bad that it sends people into amazement.
No? Okay. I'll show myself out.
(No Joes were harmed in the making of this post.)
bai~