Picture it: sophomore American history. The year is two thousand and eight. The teacher is known for passing out jolly ranchers, one per student per day, when a kid does a good job. One day, she wants us to list every state in the country. Kids start listing them off in unison, mostly alphabetically, but falter around the I states (this is in Indiana, mind). Except one triumphant voice lingers as every other voice trails off in doubt and consternation. This voice flawlessly recites every state in these United States* as the class and teacher stare in awe, and at the very end the resounding voice makes mention of Puerto Rico and Guam as territories. The teacher wordlessly hands over two jolly ranchers.
A new day. List the presidents. Nobody knows beyond Washington, Lincoln, FDR, JFK, Clinton, George W. Bush–the incumbent finishing up his final term in a few months. Except. One voice–just as triumphant–recites every president, in order, even making mention of Grover Cleveland's non-consecutive second term. Everyone–teacher and student alike–stares again, this time almost in horror. The voice, embarrassed and blushing at the stares this time, finishes the forty-three chronologically, and this time as the teacher hands over another two jolly ranchers she overcomes her shock to ask "How did you know that??"
At which the body that contains the voice shrugs sheepishly, pops a blue raspberry in their mouth, and makes a vague "I 'unno" sound–unwilling to admit that the Fifty Nifty song they sang with their class in a third grade recital had permanently seared itself into their brain, as did the Nickelodeon presidents song that aired during the Oh Four election between Bush and Kerry
*I realized after while at dinner that evening when I told my parents about it that I had completely skipped Pennsylvania and Rhode Island, but the listing was so smooth and confident that no one noticed. I never made that mistake again regardless
I love Team Rancher. I love how chaotic they are. I love how stupid they are . . .
-BUT HOW THE FUCK DID THEY END UP ACCIDENTALLY BECOMING ALLIES WITH THE DESERT DUO. Y’KNOW, GRIAN AND SCAR. THEY TWO PEOPLE THAT HAVE BEEN BANNED FROM THEIR RANCH. JUST LEAVE IDIOTS.
TANGO YOU HAVE A WATER BUCKET. JIMMY IF YOU DIDN’T HAVE A BUCKET WHY WERE YOU LEANING OVER THE EDGE. I KNOW YOUR IDIOTS IT’S WHY I LOVE YA, BUT C’MON. WHY’D YOU STAY THERE. THIS IS NOT YOUR CONFLICT. YOU WENT THERE FOR ENCHANTS. THEY AREN’T EVEN YOUR CLOSEST ALLIES IN FACT THEY’RE THEY WERE YOUR BIGGEST ENEMIES LIKE TWO SESSIONS AGO THE FUCK.
Whelp we’ve got Red Ranchers now because both of their stupidity and let’s just cross our fingers and hope someone else kicks the bucket. As much as I want them to win, we all know the odds are not in their favor. At this point, I’m just hoping they don’t die first. I want my Team Rancher content dammit.
MOTHERFUCKERS DON’T EVEN HAVE ONE SINGULAR BRAINCELL BETWEEN THEM, IT’S HONESTLY A MIRACLE THEY WEREN’T THE FIRST TO RED. LET’S HOPE THEY AREN’T THE FIRST OUT OF THE SERIES.