I am special and thought of this today: "Suddenly, a goffik Canadian flew in on his broomstick. He had lung black hair. And a looong black bread. He was werring a black robe that said "PIXEL" on da back. He throwd his banhammer and wnids ran away. It was.....NOXID
we go to the store and buy a whole bunch of styrofoam cups. Seven. NO EIGHT. Eight styrofoam cups. Then we take the cups, and we take them back to our place.
Now you gotta turn the cups UPSIDE DOWN and put them on the floor.
Now this is where shit starts to get serious. Take seven of the cups and draw faces on them. I don't even give a damn what the faces look like. Place one of the cups RIGHT side up on TOP of the faceless cup, and arrange the remaining six cups in a circle around it. Now, you must choose the most worthy of the six remaining to officiate the ceremony. Draw him a clerical collar and give him a book of dark scripture by which to lead his flock. The top cup, now filled with the blood of a mewling lamb, can only watch in horror as the others congregate by flickering candlelight. Have the deacon cup stab the sacrificial vessel thrice through the heart whilst chanting your unholy name, anointing his followers with the hot, gushing blood in the mark of a triangle on their foreheads. The group begins to chant now, first slowly, then building to an animistic, fervent display of convulsing bodies, frothing lips and screaming mouths acting as one feral organism. At the climax of this lascivious display, crush the cups beneath your foot, freeing them from their earthly bonds.
then make some cupcakes with 'Sat. Lounge 1000 WOOT' in pink icing on the top and take pictures.