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Gumdrop A3, Wednesday Afternoon
Jul. 21st, 2010 02:24 pmThe cabin was primitive, but Quinn had suffered through enough girl scout camp that she just rolled her eyes and went with it. It wasn't like she was doing anything she needed to hide.
Besides, there were better things to be outraged about, like the fact some jerk judge in Connecticut had decided cheerleading wasn't a sport.
"I'd like to see Judge Underhill master our nationals routine," she muttered. "Probably can't do a back flip to save his life ..." She was in danger of breaking her keypad with the force of her indignation as she texted back and forth with Santana about it.
Somehow, Santana didn't seem to take it quite as seriously as Quinn did.
[OOC: I HAD TO. Open if anybody wants!]
Besides, there were better things to be outraged about, like the fact some jerk judge in Connecticut had decided cheerleading wasn't a sport.
"I'd like to see Judge Underhill master our nationals routine," she muttered. "Probably can't do a back flip to save his life ..." She was in danger of breaking her keypad with the force of her indignation as she texted back and forth with Santana about it.
Somehow, Santana didn't seem to take it quite as seriously as Quinn did.
[OOC: I HAD TO. Open if anybody wants!]
