Updates
July 20th , 1:30 am
So I finally decided to move us to freewebs. I'm actually still looking for a layout, but it
was getting ridiculous cause my internet kept cutting off. So....it could happen any minute
now. Hopefully I finish the sentence.
If you were a member, and you happen across this site, and don't see your name, don't open a
can of whoop-ass on me, because I may not have saved them all. Just let me know.
Edit: HOLY SONOFAGUN!!! I love Marty so much right now, because not only did she make this kickass layout for us, (did I mention it was kickass?) she put all of the other stuff on there making less work for me! Which she did not have to do. But she did because she's the bomb diggity fresh. And she can call me Bobert.
--Bob
About
Hi! Okay, welcome the Alpha Kappa Lambda, also known as the AKL (Ass Kicking Lamos)
Sorority. It was originally created by
Erin, with help from a few honorary
members.
How It Started;
Erin was really bored after updating her current series and didn't know how to write the
next chapter, so she decided to listen to music.
After listening to "I'm Gay" by Bowling for Soup, she got an idea. And BOOM! She wrote the
first chapter of AKL.
But then she thought, others should be able to join this wonderful sorority I'm writing
about! And BOOM again, Alpha Kappa Lambda Sorority was born!
What's the Point?
Well, my funny friend, I shall tell you. In the song "I'm Gay", they said "It's perfectly
fine to be a happy individual" and they asked the question: Why is everyone so depressed
these days?
So this was put into play to gather all of the girls (or a lot of them) out there that are
freakishly happy and don't give a rat's pink booty if someone calls them crazy.
How do I Join?
Drop a line in the cbox. Plane and simple.
Extra
A man walks into a bar one night, goes up to the bar, and asks for a beer.
“Certainly, sir, that’ll be one cent.”
“One penny?!” exclaimed the guy.
“That’s right.” The barman replied.
So the guy glanced over at the menu, and asked, “Could I have a nice juicy T-bone steak, with fries, peas, and a salad?”
“Certainly sir,” replied the bartender, “but all that comes to real money.”
“How much money?”
“Four cents,” the barman said.
“Four cents?! Where’s the guy who owns this place?”
The barman replied, “Upstairs with my wife.”
“What’s he doing with your wife?”
The bartender smiled. “Same as what I’m doing to his business.”
