I was just eating my lunch and a great idea came to my head: RICK ROLL THE ENTIRE LUNCH!! Sooo I go to the jukebox and I looked up and down, page to page, for like 10 minutes and couldn't find Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up. I would of stood up and been like, "Y'ALL JUST GOT RICK ROLLED!!"; although only a small percentage would even know what it means lol and they'd probably look at me with that "o.0" look. But still! Damn school. They put old 2004 raps that are terrible and only played by wangsters, but not an epic song like Never Gonna Give You Up.
Let me get this right... Your school has a jukebox. And yet you cry. If my highschool had had a jukebox in the cafeteria, i would have removed the word "cry" from my vocabulary and my tear ducts would never be used again.
There's not really any good music on it. Sometimes as a joke I pick the worst ones on there lool. Cher - Believe is an annoying one(nice bass intro, similar to never gonna give you up) and Cascada - Everytime We Touch(just epic fail). Everyone <3's me at lunch ok. We have two cafeterias, but the jukebox is in the new cafeteria lol. The old one has like 5 machines, as well as a snack bar!!
At my high school they took out all our soda machines and replaced them with vitamin water machines and charged 1.75 for each. Then they took our snack bar and vending machines from us and replaced them with health snacks. Fattys. All we had was tvs in our cafe.
I never had time for a lunch period when I was in high school...I ate during class Our cafeteria sucked anyway
I convinced my friend on Announcements back at High School to Rick Roll everyone this year. I told her that it would be classic. She got in major shizz from the Principal. But the Vice-Principal was laughing so hard that I think that it was worth it. If I had a jukebox, I would have a major Saved By The Bell dance party in the caf. It would be epic, because Monday nights are 90's Night (don't even ask me to tell you what characterizes the 90's other than Saved By The Bell, because I don't know. Mostly we dress in throwback eighties and say that we're supafly) at this club on St. Laurent (not that that likely has any meaning to 99% of you) and one of the cafboys (the upperyear slaves who get charged with the feeding of the froshies because they need to make mad money) is also a promoguy for it. They play season five of Saved By The Bell on repeat. Sometimes, if we're lucky, they'll switch to season six for the night. Actually, it sucks, because I'll go to the club to dance, and then at some point get distracted by the TV. I'm cool, okay? GOSH.