When you worship something as vile as Giuseppe, you're not going to call him a sweet summer child of benevolence and prosperity. You're going to call him the dark lord, which was what my squad did.
Giuseppe became the highlight of our lives, both within school and outside of school. We brought him to lunch every day, and often brought him at recess.
And it was at recess where we circled the track of the field, asking people if they would like to be sacrificed to the Dark Lord Giuseppe. We asked literally everyone, all the while plastering the biggest smiles ever to our faces. One kid, who was walking the track with his girlfriend (I don't know why an eleven year-old needs a girlfriend, but whatever) responded, "Sorry, my only lord is God," and I burst into laughter, my flagrantly atheistic self. The rest of the people stared suspiciously at us and Giuseppe. However, not all responses were negative, as one kid actually agreed to be sacrificed to our dark lord, and enthusiastically so.
Our first sacrifice! Wow, what an achievement! Needless to say, we were ecstatic for our dark lord.
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The Truth About Giuseppe
Nonfiksiright so there was this doll my friends and I worshiped in sixth grade who ended up ruining our lives so here's the story
