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| − | Bo Snitchler (short for Robert Edward Snitchler, II) was a CTYer at Carlisle in the early 2000's and an RA at the [[Lancaster]] site for in 2007 and 2008. He has one rule: to the good, his is more than fair, and to the bad, he is not. This rule has earned him the respect and acknowledgement as a very good RA. His excellence is widely known throughout the campus. In addition to his great methods of RAing, Bo is a fun, humorous, loveable and insanely attractive guy. He enjoys dressing in drag, listening to music, and, as a CTYer himself, partakes in many traditions. Because of his own love of CTY, he is able to connect more with campers, and vice-versa.
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| − | He is also known for the creation of Seymour/Stanley the unicorn, which was later made famous by RAs Matt and [[Dermot]], which later resulted in the now infamous [[Marshall Civil War]].
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| − | ==Fun Facts==
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| − | * Bo can stop lanyard swingers with his mind, and is, to date, the greatest lanyard cop ever.
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| − | * BO TIME.
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| − | * Bo MCd the 08.2 staff talent show.
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| − | * Bo is one of the first scholars of Spencerology in the history of the world.
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| − | * Bo could befriend Spencer on facebook at any time, if he so chose.
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| − | * Bo can teach you how to dance... badly.
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| − | * Hot Bo <s>and Tom</s> with balls.
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| − | * Bo likes to carry a PDA stick during quad time and dances, some enjoy licking his stick, successfully scaring him away.
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| − | ==DERMOT'S EPIC BOEM BY DERMOT==
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| − | There once was an RA named Bo.
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| − | That's right, I said an RA named Bo.
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| − | He liked to sing,
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| − | And do something.
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| − | And guess what, it was me.
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| − | ==AN EPIC BOEM: OF BO AND THE ULTRA MEGA HELL DRAGON==
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| − | Being the FIRST SAGA of the TWIN SAGAS OF BO…
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| − | ‘Twas on a dark and stormy night, <br>
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| − | That, shined on by some dwindling light, <br>
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| − | A goddess, pregnant, felt a break, <br>
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| − | Of water, which then became a lake,
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| − | With a push, a shove, and a lot of pain, <br>
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| − | Bo was born, the lanyard-swingers bane, <br>
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| − | With the eyes of a puppy and a heart of gold, <br>
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| − | His babiness was strong and bold,
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| − | Bo fed on the blood of fire ants, <br>
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| − | Wore magic shirts and lightning pants, <br>
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| − | But was soon abandoned as a child, <br>
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| − | Raised by bears amongst the wild,
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| − | Until one day, Frank Wang appeared, <br>
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| − | He said that Hellish Darkness neared, <br>
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| − | He said to Bo, “It is your fate, <br>
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| − | To stop this lanyard swinging hate,
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| − | “A mega dragon wrought in hell, <br>
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| − | Has cast the world into his spell, <br>
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| − | He’s taken the ONE LANYARD from the Norse, <br>
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| − | And swings it wildly, unbalancing the force,”
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| − | Thus Bo was put into Frank Wang’s training, <br>
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| − | A light of hope in darkness waning, <br>
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| − | Working hour by hour, day and night, <br>
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| − | He could stop a lanyard-swinger by sight,
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| − | He sallied forth to fight the beast, <br>
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| − | Whose wings were lasers and exploded unleashed, <br>
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| − | In epic journey, Bo survived, <br>
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| − | He suffered the torture, barely alive,
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| − | For Bo did travel through all of Hell, <br>
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| − | From the Satanic Mountain to the Death-Bane Well, <br>
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| − | To find the place where weapons lay, <br>
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| − | That would help the evil dragon slay,
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| − | It was fabled that there existed a Frisbee, <br>
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| − | Made of water from Hell to combat the dragon’s Fire Frisbee, <br>
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| − | Frank had told Bo of this disc, <br>
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| − | And Bo, to find it, took the risk,
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| − | At last, Bo found the Sacred Spring, <br>
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| − | Of Justice, there did Valkyries sing, <br>
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| − | He found the Water Frisbee there, <br>
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| − | And out into the distance stared,
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| − | He saw a burst of molten flame, <br>
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| − | It from Satanic Mountain came, <br>
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| − | The dragon was aware of Bo, <br>
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| − | And thought, “Oh my, this Bo must go!”
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| − | After weary traveling, <br>
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| − | Bo did hear a thundering, <br>
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| − | For he was now upon the peak, <br>
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| − | Of Satan’s Mountain, and he heard a creak,
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| − | And now in clear sight he could see, <br>
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| − | The Mega-Hell-Dragon of Misery, <br>
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| − | He drew out his water blade, <br>
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| − | And prayed to God, “Oh Lord! Oh Schnade!”
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| − | In epic flames Bo was consumed, <br>
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| − | But brushed off his gory wounds, <br>
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| − | He wound his arm and fired away, <br>
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| − | The Water Frisbee, afraid to say,
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| − | That even though the dragon roared, <br>
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| − | Bo felt that he was sort of bored, <br>
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| − | For the dragon, yes, was epic still, <br>
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| − | But he was easy for Bo to kill,
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| − | The discus hit the dragon hard, <br>
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| − | And now, just like any bard, <br>
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| − | I will relate in great detail, <br>
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| − | The dragon’s death, to your avail,
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| − | The dragon’s eyes exploded blood, <br>
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| − | Its bloody scales, its uvula, <br>
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| − | And guts and feces soaked the ground, <br>
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| − | And formed a gory mound,
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| − | And grub this the One Lanyard, <br>
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| − | Bo stopped its swinging, abrupt and hard, <br>
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| − | And claiming now his Lightning Sword, <br>
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| − | Over all Lanyards, Bo was Lord
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| − | --[[User:Elliah the gangster|Elliah the gangster]] 13:49, 16 August 2008 (PDT)
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