Bo Snitchler

About The Epic One

Bo Snitchler (short for Robert Snitchler), a CTYer at Carlisle in the early 2000's, has been an RA at the Lancaster site for two years, 2007 and 2008. He has one rule: to the good, his is more than fair, and to the bad, he is much, much, MUCH less than fair. This rule has earned him the respect and acknowledgement as a very good RA. 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.

Fun Facts

Bo can stop lanyard swingers with his mind.

Bo has his own a capella band- BO TIME.

Bo MCd the 08.2 staff talent show.

Bo is epic.

AN EPIC BOEM: OF BO AND THE ULTRA MEGA HELL DRAGON

Being the FIRST SAGA of the TWIN SAGAS OF BO…

‘Twas on a dark and stormy night,

That, shined on by some dwindling light,

A goddess, pregnant, felt a break,

Of water, which then became a lake,

With a push, a shove, and a lot of pain,

Bo was born, the lanyard-swingers bane,

With the eyes of a puppy and a heart of gold,

His babiness was strong and bold,

Bo fed on the blood of fire ants,

Wore magic shirts and lightning pants,

But was soon abandoned as a child,

Raised by bears amongst the wild,

Until one day, Frank Wang appeared,

He said that Hellish Darkness neared,

He said to Bo, “It is your fate,

To stop this lanyard swinging hate,

“A mega dragon wrought in hell,

Has cast the world into his spell,

He’s taken the ONE LANYARD from the Norse,

And swings it wildly, unbalancing the force,”

Thus Bo was put into Frank Wang’s training,

A light of hope in darkness waning,

Working hour by hour, day and night,

He could stop a lanyard-swinger by sight,

He sallied forth to fight the beast,

Whose wings were lasers and exploded unleashed,

In epic journey, Bo survived,

He suffered the torture, barely alive,

For Bo did travel through all of Hell,

From the Satanic Mountain to the Death-Bane Well,

To find the place where weapons lay,

That would help the evil dragon slay,

It was fabled that there existed a Frisbee,

Made of water from Hell to combat the dragon’s Fire Frisbee,

Frank had told Bo of this disc,

And Bo, to find it, took the risk,

At last, Bo found the Sacred Spring,

Of Justice, there did Valkyries sing,

He found the Water Frisbee there,

And out into the distance stared,

He saw a burst of molten flame,

It from Satanic Mountain came,

The dragon was aware of Bo,

And thought, “Oh my, this Bo must go!”

After weary traveling,

Bo did hear a thundering,

For he was now upon the peak,

Of Satan’s Mountain, and he heard a creak,

And now in clear sight he could see,

The Mega-Hell-Dragon of Misery,

He drew out his water blade,

And prayed to God, “Oh Lord! Oh Schnade!”

In epic flames Bo was consumed,

But brushed off his gory wounds,

He wound his arm and fired away,

The Water Frisbee, afraid to say,

That even though the dragon roared,

Bo felt that he was sort of bored,

For the dragon, yes, was epic still,

But he was easy for Bo to kill,

The discus hit the dragon hard,

And now, just like any bard,

I will relate in great detail,

The dragon’s death, to your avail,

The dragon’s eyes exploded blood,

Its bloody scales, its uvula,

And guts and feces soaked the ground,

And formed a gory mound,

And grub this the One Lanyard,

Bo stopped its swinging, abrupt and hard,

And claiming now his Lightning Sword,

Over all Lanyards, Bo was Lord

--Elliah the gangster 13:49, 16 August 2008 (PDT)