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You Know What Would Suck?
If raptors are immune to headshots and can insta-maul humans.
For the past few days, I've been having some trouble sleeping. Despite being dead tired, I am unable to stop my mind from racing.
Oh yeah, some dude made a formula one limo. It looks dangerous.
Two nights ago, I had a dream where I had to take a math final. Because I was doing errands of national importance, I was late to class. My 11st grade math teacher would not let me take the exam at any other time. This meant that I only had 30 minutes to complete a 100-question test. Granted it was all multiple choice and open book, but it still would've been nice to have the other 1.5 hours to do it.
Well anyway, so I sit in my desk and start frantically calculating math problems in my head. I wasn't just doing actual math, I was taking a math final IN MY DREAM.
I woke up in a sweat, because that was a seriously stressful nightmare.
Imagine having to sprint through four miles of fiery maze under a ticking clock to save your best friend from being tortured with hot oil. That's how stressful my dream was.
One night ago, I had a dream where I was teleporting through space and time. My younger sister, younger brother, and I stumbled upon one town and we couldn't figure out what year it was. Turns out, it was 1996. But seriously, it looked like it was 2008.
Oh yeah, I don't have a sister. Not sure why traveling through the 4th dimension changed my brother into a girl.
So, I think I figured out why I've been having insomnia. It's because I didn't write any notes to release the queued ideas in my mind. So, we'll see what happens zero nights from now.
Weird how objects counted in zero quantities are plural.
<3 Your friend has entered a new relationship with Jerk Faker. Comment.
<\3 Your friend is now single. Comment.
<3 Your friend and Who Thehellisthis are now in a relationship. Comment.
Your friend has written a new note.
"Whine whine whine whine whine."
Comment.
That sucks, for me.
My chances might be described plurally.
Third world countries have it pretty bad.
They are deprived of fresh water. Sadly, an immeasurable price in life is paid, as these people continue to be without clear water.
First world countries have it pretty good.
Everywhere, they have bowls of fresh water that they voluntarily urinate and defecate into.
Hey poor nations, screw you! Haha! Look at me spray diarrhea into 1.6 gallons of sparkling H2O!
Oh yeah, but I have to send this fluid back to a facility that will clean and sanitize the water. The environment needs to be taken care of, after all.
It's always nice to fix problems, but solving the causes is what is actually worthwhile.
Using the index of a textbook is the ghetto way of performing a search function.
Electricity is taking over. What would be the simplest tool in the modern age? The hammer? Well, now there are electric hammers to be bought.
I ran an internet search for the electric stone, and I found grinders and grills.
In the 1960s, there was a fighter plane built by the British Aircraft Corporation called the Electric Lightning.
Ask anyone who is full of themselves, "Why is water wet?" and be prepared to regret it.
Why do we despise know-it-alls? It's because they don't, which makes them seem like liars. But they do not just provide false or misinterpreted information, they steer the innocent in the wrong direction. We hate this.
A while ago, I wrote about hypocrites. I said that the credibility of a hypocrite is irrelevant. While a statement from a hypocrite might be true or merit-able, the speaker should not be trusted. Ideas need to be agreed upon by an objective, credible source before they are to be believed. Was I wrong? Not completely. I wasn't fully correct, either.
Of course, first impressions are most important. Follow-ups are glazed over.
Since the beginning of time, I have had the unnerving feeling that bad, teenage-esque writers add too many tiny little unnecessary details into each long, pseudo-impressively lengthed sentence for deep, dark, and dramatic effect over the ever-conscious eyes of the unwavering reader.
It's not exploitation if you're friends, right?
Who would win in a duel? Generic character A or typical person B? What would we do if typical person B wins? Probably nothing.
Who would win in a duel? Ultimate Hero 1 or Super Protagonist 2? What would we do if Ultimate Hero 1 wins? Probably nothing.
Well, half of us would demand a re-match. The movie industry would thus earn twice the amount of money in box office films for a random hypothetical idea.
Why do we want to know what the curve is going to be before a test? Aren't we going to do our very best anyway?
Why does knowing and not knowing the curve affect anything? Wallace said this.
Woah, these past few lines start with W's.
Wallace, many of us need an incentive to perform at our peak.
Wonder if I know an actually Wallace.
Wicked, I don't.
Walliteration.
Water + litter proliferation = hydrated cat dumpings.
"You know what Greek letter is hard to write?"
"What?"
"Phi, because I always miss [the circle]."
"Hahahaha!"
"Don't judge me."
"Too late."
Women think men are stupid because men do not follow the hundreds of arbitrary and unwritten rules. At least, such is the American mindset.
You Know What Would Suck?
If your keyboard was detonated by a computer virus, because it doesn't seem physically possible.
Today my friends and I went to a restaurant where I saw a girl who's pants where on too low. Reverse cleavage was readily seen. Seriously, the cleavage looked like it came from a typical plumber bending over to fix a pipe. It was some deep, deep cleavage. I couldn't stop staring. When I started pointing, my friends started to insist that I cease. Later, a waitress came over to ask if we needed anything, and I almost asked for a pencil.
Luckily, I never saw the girl's face. So, I can pretend that she was volcanic.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
You Flew Hu Woo Few Lu Sue Blue.
asdjkadhaklkj;ld
Haha, tongue twister!
If raptors are immune to headshots and can insta-maul humans.
For the past few days, I've been having some trouble sleeping. Despite being dead tired, I am unable to stop my mind from racing.
Oh yeah, some dude made a formula one limo. It looks dangerous.
Two nights ago, I had a dream where I had to take a math final. Because I was doing errands of national importance, I was late to class. My 11st grade math teacher would not let me take the exam at any other time. This meant that I only had 30 minutes to complete a 100-question test. Granted it was all multiple choice and open book, but it still would've been nice to have the other 1.5 hours to do it.
Well anyway, so I sit in my desk and start frantically calculating math problems in my head. I wasn't just doing actual math, I was taking a math final IN MY DREAM.
I woke up in a sweat, because that was a seriously stressful nightmare.
Imagine having to sprint through four miles of fiery maze under a ticking clock to save your best friend from being tortured with hot oil. That's how stressful my dream was.
One night ago, I had a dream where I was teleporting through space and time. My younger sister, younger brother, and I stumbled upon one town and we couldn't figure out what year it was. Turns out, it was 1996. But seriously, it looked like it was 2008.
Oh yeah, I don't have a sister. Not sure why traveling through the 4th dimension changed my brother into a girl.
So, I think I figured out why I've been having insomnia. It's because I didn't write any notes to release the queued ideas in my mind. So, we'll see what happens zero nights from now.
Weird how objects counted in zero quantities are plural.
<3 Your friend has entered a new relationship with Jerk Faker. Comment.
<\3 Your friend is now single. Comment.
<3 Your friend and Who Thehellisthis are now in a relationship. Comment.
Your friend has written a new note.
"Whine whine whine whine whine."
Comment.
That sucks, for me.
My chances might be described plurally.
Third world countries have it pretty bad.
They are deprived of fresh water. Sadly, an immeasurable price in life is paid, as these people continue to be without clear water.
First world countries have it pretty good.
Everywhere, they have bowls of fresh water that they voluntarily urinate and defecate into.
Hey poor nations, screw you! Haha! Look at me spray diarrhea into 1.6 gallons of sparkling H2O!
Oh yeah, but I have to send this fluid back to a facility that will clean and sanitize the water. The environment needs to be taken care of, after all.
It's always nice to fix problems, but solving the causes is what is actually worthwhile.
Using the index of a textbook is the ghetto way of performing a search function.
Electricity is taking over. What would be the simplest tool in the modern age? The hammer? Well, now there are electric hammers to be bought.
I ran an internet search for the electric stone, and I found grinders and grills.
In the 1960s, there was a fighter plane built by the British Aircraft Corporation called the Electric Lightning.
Ask anyone who is full of themselves, "Why is water wet?" and be prepared to regret it.
Why do we despise know-it-alls? It's because they don't, which makes them seem like liars. But they do not just provide false or misinterpreted information, they steer the innocent in the wrong direction. We hate this.
A while ago, I wrote about hypocrites. I said that the credibility of a hypocrite is irrelevant. While a statement from a hypocrite might be true or merit-able, the speaker should not be trusted. Ideas need to be agreed upon by an objective, credible source before they are to be believed. Was I wrong? Not completely. I wasn't fully correct, either.
Of course, first impressions are most important. Follow-ups are glazed over.
Since the beginning of time, I have had the unnerving feeling that bad, teenage-esque writers add too many tiny little unnecessary details into each long, pseudo-impressively lengthed sentence for deep, dark, and dramatic effect over the ever-conscious eyes of the unwavering reader.
It's not exploitation if you're friends, right?
Who would win in a duel? Generic character A or typical person B? What would we do if typical person B wins? Probably nothing.
Who would win in a duel? Ultimate Hero 1 or Super Protagonist 2? What would we do if Ultimate Hero 1 wins? Probably nothing.
Well, half of us would demand a re-match. The movie industry would thus earn twice the amount of money in box office films for a random hypothetical idea.
Why do we want to know what the curve is going to be before a test? Aren't we going to do our very best anyway?
Why does knowing and not knowing the curve affect anything? Wallace said this.
Woah, these past few lines start with W's.
Wallace, many of us need an incentive to perform at our peak.
Wonder if I know an actually Wallace.
Wicked, I don't.
Walliteration.
Water + litter proliferation = hydrated cat dumpings.
"You know what Greek letter is hard to write?"
"What?"
"Phi, because I always miss [the circle]."
"Hahahaha!"
"Don't judge me."
"Too late."
Women think men are stupid because men do not follow the hundreds of arbitrary and unwritten rules. At least, such is the American mindset.
You Know What Would Suck?
If your keyboard was detonated by a computer virus, because it doesn't seem physically possible.
Today my friends and I went to a restaurant where I saw a girl who's pants where on too low. Reverse cleavage was readily seen. Seriously, the cleavage looked like it came from a typical plumber bending over to fix a pipe. It was some deep, deep cleavage. I couldn't stop staring. When I started pointing, my friends started to insist that I cease. Later, a waitress came over to ask if we needed anything, and I almost asked for a pencil.
Luckily, I never saw the girl's face. So, I can pretend that she was volcanic.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
You Flew Hu Woo Few Lu Sue Blue.
asdjkadhaklkj;ld
Haha, tongue twister!