And by "witch," I mean "turban-sporting asshole Saudi motherfucker who organized the attacks on the WTC on 9/11."
Witch is just easier to say; also, I'm quoting Munchkins, and as far as I know, there are no Saudis in Oz.
In case you live under a rock and haven't heard, Osama bin Laden is dead dead dead!
If you are sad that Osama bin Laden is dead, please locate the nearest pit of fire and jump into it.
So, I was a senior in high school when the 9/11 attacks occurred. I was in my second period Chemistry class, and we were in the lab when some kid came in and said, "Hey, there was a plane crash in New York or something." We were all like, "Whatever," because we all assumed it was a Cessna or something. Since my Chemistry teacher was a total asshole, he didn't let us turn on the TV to see what was going on. So I didn't know about the gravity of the events in NYC until I got to my third period French class. I walked in, and my French teacher was sitting on a desk, sobbing hysterically as the second plane hit. We spent the rest of the day watching the news and discussing how poignant that day was, with all of my teachers pointing out that we would remember that day for the rest of our lives, kind of like how they all remembered what they were doing when JFK was shot.
We're watching the news, and there is a giant party occurring in front of the White House, and another at Ground Zero. I'm sure there are giant parties in other places, but those are the only ones we're getting on the computer.
To celebrate, I'm going to make a bin Laden puppet out of a paper bag and stuff it full of bacon, and then punch it in its puppet face, and then eat all the bacon. Mmm delicious bacon.
