NOTE: This post is part of a contest. If you have never seen the movie Breakfast Club, you will NOT enjoy it. Even if you HAVE seen Breakfast Club, it is likely you will still think this post sucks. Sorry about that.
Also, I deeply regret that this shitty post has replaced my previous post, which was Fucking Awesome. But my greedy and grossly competitive nature leave me unable to do anything else. If you really want to read something that is Fucking Awesome, skip this dumb ass post and get right to the good stuff. Trust me.
October 15, 2008
Dear Backpacking Dad,
I accept the fact that I had to sacrifice a whole Tuesday evening writing this post and taking ridiculous pictures of myself to win whatever nutty prizes you dug up in some weird shop in New York City. But I think you’re crazy to make me write an essay telling you which Breakfast Club or Sixteen Candles character I am.
You see me as you want to see me. In the simplest terms. The most convenient definitions.
And what I’ve found out is that, deep down inside, I am a Brain…
a Basket Case…
and a Criminal.
Does that answer your question?
Bejewell, Charter Member of the Breakfast Club.