I walked into my living room today to find a shocking scene. This seen was so shocking that I felt at lest a couple volts of energy as I entered the room. In my very own living room was a cult-meeting-thing. That’s right, a cult.
And this was no ordinary cult. From my limited knowledge of cults I found this one to be quite different. Different, as in happy. They called themselves The Brotherhood of Happiness.
Apparently during my tight work schedule they found my house a free environment to “cult.” (Verb?) But upon arrival to my living room, I was thoroughly glared at. So I was awkwardly forced to leave.
I soon developed a plan, however, to gain entrance into the cult to find a way to disassemble it from the inside. Unfortunately, my plan failed.
I was soon escorted by the gentleman(who was wearing the same shirt as me) in the back of the room to another place out of the way, which turned out to be my bathroom.
So, if you want to get together at my place any Thursday morning between 11:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m., you might want to put that plan on hold.

