P.C.F.C.P.
A place that was so communist it probably had a passport for the idea of ‘equality.’ It was the kind of place that made people say ‘I’m out’ after one long meeting.
My history teacher said it was ‘the place where everyone had to be the same, even if they didn’t want to be’
My friend said it was ‘like a group project that never ended’
My uncle said it was ‘the reason why the Soviet Union had more meetings than a church’