WAIT JUST A POLYP PICKING MINUTE!! 8 min ago A profound statement, if I ever heard one. It was fun, but exhausting. Code: 888 of The Flaming Chickens Handbook states that The Patron Saint of Paperclips (still me) is always right. I now officially have proof that someone has been here! Well, too bad! theni got to go stand while people said a lot of stuff. I definitly mistrust lots of stuff. | 13.41 KB, JSON | ", and translated it to German. But without the bad sound track. Today, I met her arch-enemy. Which means that it doesn't matter if you understand anything I say. A post shared by Worlds Best Story (@worldsbeststory). this is not a long paragraph it is multiple, I am just not as pretty as my friend Haylee she is fab so give me a chance for this job. Why, the assasinating annoying cartoon characters buisness. A complete and total degregation of our societies values. All I know is that I've been assuming one thing while the person in charge has been assuming a completly different thing. They started shaking and barked their little heads off. Perhaps you don't have time to waste e-mailing me. (Believe me, though, you never want to see me driveI get easily distracted by clouds and signs saying FREE KITTIES!kitties are hugablebut if you hug themthey'll scratch your eyes outso then you have to hiss at them and establish dominencebut kitties don't like thateven though dogs dobut kitties are obviously not dogseven though they are fuzzy.) Oh, wellI tired of nostalgia. Should you violate the purpose of this site: i.e. 516 words 'In the event that the Purchaser defaults in the payment of any instalment of purchase price, taxes, insurance, interest, or the annual charge described elsewhere herein, or shall default in the performance of any other obligations set forth in this . So far this is nowhere near the world record. But that is false! I will just type, and type, and never, ever use copy and paste. Won't that be fun? Awwwwisn't he cute? (Actually I just question them untill they spontaneously combust, I ask lots of questions) So, in conclusion, ladies and gentleman of the jury(that's you) I could not have possibly tortured "Mr. Owl" to death. That is a direct quote from GIR, co-star and comic-relief on INVADER ZIM. The whole meal thing was about the only interesting thing to happen during the week. The current record holder for the longest english sentence is Jonathan Coe for his staggering 33-page, 13,955-word sentence in The Rotter's Club, 2001. Jonathan Coes The Rotters Clubends with a 33-page long whopper with 13,955 words in it. I accidently cut it with scizzors. I love my calculator, though. HOLY WAX! It must have cost a fortune to feednot to mention the mess. Then, in an inspired move, my brother talked my mother into letting him sit up front. I bet you were just breathless in anticipation. Speaking of virtual pets, I'm revamping the ones on this site. When I think of how much money people WASTE on appearences, it makes me feel like projectile vomiting. . It's about the (supposedly) infinite nature of the universe. Before you know it you'll realize that you need Christmas earrings, Halloween earrings, Valentine's Day earrings, St. Patrick's Day earrings, for crying out loud! As long as you don't mind a few more couch potatoes. Wouldn't pure water TASTE pure, and impure water TASTE impure? My character is actually dodging the stupid rocks better now then when I controlled him. They'll probably just call us weird and laugh at us, but that's beside the point! I think that they should routinly die a slow, savage, agonizing deathI was just saying a random thing that I would never, ever do.) It hurt. I'll probably have another one soon, but that whole water thing has been buggin me for awhile. Especially that duct tape. I mean, come on! You see, if you memorize stuff, you only have to remember that the answer to number 6 is Clara Barton for a week, rather than having to remember that Clara Barton started the Red Cross for the rest of you life. I have checked the email from {name of the person} and will contact you. We could call ourselves TACO! I'll tell you why. Wait a minuteso you're saying that I'm talking and responding to you, but you won't be reading this until long after I have finished typing? Similarly, it also displays the longest word used in the text. If you don't understand the concept of numbers less than zero, (negative numbers) just skip this part. And on to:#4You make your friends look normal in comparison. Like a muffin. You gots extra money, don't you? Another article claims that an anitseptic turned a polar bear purple, drawing large crowds of people. Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realizes that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realizes that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragons outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds -would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunts indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out o f anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditors hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demons command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before 61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-bes wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying `Sho, Mister Tawm each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old mans state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, Kill them! However, Joyce's record has recently been surpassed. And you probably suspect that it is something pathetic. Maybe. I wrote about furby, and how it was fun to watch it die. Faulkners intimacy is not earnestness, it is the uncanny feeling of a raw encounter with a nerve center lighting up with information, all of it seemingly critically important. Or, if I was weirder than I am, I could at least kill the monkey with the organ and eat it. At one point, I read an article that stated that it had been proven, conclusivly, that Kansas was flatter than the standard pancake. Which is what I do best. Anyway, I promise to go back to my usual routine the next time I rant here. I said "The Union fought" With a crack, snaple and pop, some random synapses in her brain connected in the right order and she said "CONFEDERACY!!!" If the facts beg to differ, than the facts are wrong. Pretty cool, huh? Another reason why this isn't as long as Galaxy's is that I refuse to write every day as it would--this is the funny part--LOWER THE QUALITY OF MY OVERALL WORK! Let's seewhat have I ranted about before, subliminal messages, vast breakfast cereal conspiracies, water, uhreality tv? Wellprepare to be enlightened. You're still here. Creepy. Unfortunatly, I once again am devoid of a topic. I'm back. -works best on pc/laptop. Any cookies that may not be particularly necessary for the website to function and is used specifically to collect user personal data via analytics, ads, other embedded contents are termed as non-necessary cookies. In return for not taking the easy route, he gains a power in the more or less real world. All because YOU tried to convince me that I was crazy. Just like a real psychologist. HmmmmI suppose I should clarify that the Pikachu game was 3-D and your character was in first person mode(you see through character's eyes). Pikachuwellhe didn't like me. Some of my pages have stuff written in to make search engines recognize me, but it doesn't seem to be working. Would that be considered poetic justice, or just a nice coincidence? i wandered around for 20 minutes looking for a cell phone. Yes. Ain't it nifty? The possibilities are literally endless. I felt more fufilled when this site was a barren wastland of useless space. And not so cheesed off about the whole tootsie roll pop thing. Well. "a pokemon game. She even got her sister and mother in the spirt of things. Now THAT'S just weird. Wellbetter goI need to plan this out moreI'm back. No? We can only hope that the digital camera manufacturers are kinder masters than the evil Kodak Lords. By the time you're eighty, you'll have enough ear jewelry to open up your own jewelry shop. Why, that would be insane, wouldn't it? I'm so happy! WARNING: Leave food sit in an open, well-venilated spot for a week before eating. It was inspired, in part, by my sheer and utter boredom. Think about it. Which would be boring. The universe is EVERYTHING, how can it end? That also explains why normal stuff confuses me. My mother tried to order a mushroom-swiss burgeronly to discover that the place had no swiss-cheese. It's an outrage! I haven't exactly advertised this site. It's a small light, but it's sooooooo annoying. You're great tradition is being carried out here, on the second most pointless site ever! I'm back! Come on all you non-existing people! When I win 500np on a normal game, I move to the 500 point. I thought of another very good reason to assist with the Official Flaming Chickens Lunar Colony! It's yours for only 3 bi-monthly payments of $3.95 ($3,95,000 on days ending in "y")Don't forget, Dum-B-Gon is practically guaranteed! As in, I was half-asleep, hoping that we'd arrive while I slept. An enemy so hideous that Moose must destroy it at all costs. Wellany wayseeya! You thought you'd gotten rid of me. This, of course would expand the market for such products. It's pushing down on me, squishing my spine. The workers would then be able to afford more entertainment items and the upward spiral would continue, as opposed to the evil downward spiral of my writing. Have you ever had the evil pop-up that says that if you click here, it'll get rid off all the annoying pop-ups? I was alerted to this growing problem in our world community by (Kat, the ruler of all that is almondy)and it greatly concerns me. The following text may spoil the movie for you, so WARNING: do no read this unless you have already seen the movie. Well, next time you buy your $3 FREAKIN' dollar bottle of water, consider this. HmmI seem to be jumping from one subject to another more frequently. We had to tell him that he would probley have to wait untill he was 21. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the sheer coolness of the fight choreography, special effects and the plot. I know, unlikely, huh? I think. It'd be like someone thinking that scabs are atractive, 'case they protect you from disease. We'd probably go crazier. Which fits the motif of the rest of the site. How did they ever afford an organ-thingy? In conclusion, Ladies and Gentlemenif you implement my idea, there will be peace and prosperity for all. Lots of gooey talent. Apparantly my standards of weird have gone up. Today, in my (Honors) English class, we did group work. These people have obviously suffered major brain damage from their prolonged exposure to the sun. Parents would buy their children computers, video games and other television neccesities. Why bother asking? In the mean time, I'll just sit here and type with my eyes closed. In all those 911 shows, people wake up and their house is engulfed in flames. This entry went from saluting the PSOA to making a statement about my ideals. Okay. 3,861 . Python | CHECK OUT MY ARMPITS!!! It looks right. Not only that, but It also displays the longest sentence used in the text and the number of characters and words in the sentences. Are you ready? Because eventually, I'll be back! The 2.4 million words sentence is published in four volumes of Nigel Tomm's novel 'The Blah Story' (i.e., volumes 16, 17, 18 and 19). On almost all the "purified" water bottles I've ever seen it has the following mesage: "Purified through reverse osmosis. But you'd never prove it was infinite. Welltwo can play by THOSE rules. Happy? That's right, a sword! Out of these, the cookies that are categorized as necessary are stored on your browser as they are essential for the working of basic functionalities of the website. Here is a long equation without line number. By clicking Accept, you consent to the use of ALL the cookies. Isnt' that nice? So here it is! SHARE. "Mr. Owl, can you tell us how many licks does it take to get to the bottom of a tootsie pop?" It is now my civic duty to discover this ancient mystery, and reveal it to the uncaring world. Someone did something incredbly stupid, but because they were powerful, everone acted like it was a stroke of genius. I'm gonna go hug a moose. Oooo! I had some conspriacy or another to rant about. THe cake was good. I wonder if I've made the world record? I'm back again! That's right, folks. I probley should have capitalized something, or underlined but I'm feeling lazyhey, you try to keep your two and a half readers happy! May your day be shiney! It's like grand-theft auto 3's talk show, you know, the one where there are Citizens Raging Against Phones? And any weirdness I could come up with would be normal compared to Noodle Boy, soI bid thee farewellseeya! School children won't be able to correctly identify the color of a zebra. I don't think. GRAVITY IS EVIL! !STARE DEEP INTO THE STINKING ABYSS OF MY INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED SLICES!!! He even tried to hide the sword behind his back! Sentences can also be extended by recursively embedding clauses one into another, such as[2][3], This also highlights the difference between linguistic performance and linguistic competence, because the language can support more variation than can reasonably be created or recorded. I can't think of anything!? I think that such gender-specific torture should be deemed inhumane and abolished from our great societyof flaming chickens. That's just how many times you have to click before you can leave. I want SOME free time. This means that we only have a very short while to prepare. I'm baaaaa-ack! Men, of course, had no complaints. No matter how long and twisted they get, they do not wilt, wither, or drag; they run river-like, turning around in asides, outraging themselves and doubling and tripling back. Seeya. Yes, that's right. One day I was randomly looking up images via Googleand 'lo and behold, there it was. They expand your mind, making you think about all the things they could do. Neo is told that he has two choices. Yeah, I know, regular schedule schools do that. Today's rant is a panic rant. When someone of her generation runs for president, I'm gonna do a complete background check. And I feel weird! I can't remember what I was gonna rant about. The food was superb, (our food came the exact opposite of how we ordered it, and half of the onion rings were missing) Then we joyfully returned to our game(my sister and the ex-con played my mom) We spent hours there (from 5p.m.-7:15p.m.) hello, I like to play Fortnite it is a really good game. As Neo realizes all of this, through a nearly omniscient Architect of the Matrix, he makes another choice. Then I realized that the buldozer already HAD been invented. Unfortunalty, several of those reasons LEGITAMITLY apply to a certain activity I do every Tuesday, which WILL NOT BE NAMED HERE LEST I GIVE IT POWER OVER ME! I figured you rush right on over to e-mail me. There's more! There is a world where you were never born. If I did, would I stop this? Is your school playground a gateay to the underworld? Was it coherent? Because I do. It's been awhile, (at least two weeks) since I've written here. Because what you're saying is that I'm talking to people in the future. Every fantasy the human mind has concieved exist at some place in the universe. Okay, the whole braves thing is made up. What is the alternative, you ask? Just like thos so called "diet supplements" that give you a "free" sample because they know that once you try it, you'll like it so much you'll spend oodles of cash on it. "Traditionally, the longest sentence in English Literature has been said to be a sentence in Ullyses by James Joyce, which clocks in at 4,391 words. Conviently, ice cream trucks come around during the hottest part of the year (it must be a conspiracy). Unless you have a digital camera, which are a symbol of freedom from the old ways and willing enslavement to the new ways. I DO NOT LIKE CHANGE! And I promise not to force you to live when you would rather die. Goodwhat? In other words, they take all that extra "stuff" out to make it pure. Did you know that there is over two miles of air sitting on you right now? I think I'll get my little sister to be the test piolet. (may the moose be with you) And now I am back. Try it. I'll tell you. I see you have no reaction to that, do you Hypothetical Reader? Did you know that statistics prove that 45% of all statistics are completly made up by me (The Patron Saint of Paperclips)? I don't know if Iraq even existed in the Civil War Era! It would sneeze, then start it's eight-hour-long death hum. I'm back. I think it's pretty funny. Good for it. The winner not only gets the million-dollar prize, they get the chance to produce the show they created. I hate Math. All the other internet writers have nothing on me, except they're better at advertising, having a central theme/plot and basically more talented. That my words somehow travel accross time (if only a few minutes) and are somehow picked up by future you, and that my responses are dictated by future you's reactions. If they're anything like my sister, I'm movin' to Canada. Surely you have heard of her? And I've realized that I am a complete idiot. Wal-mart TV is evil. I'm back. (In a very vast sense) And: did you ever notice that the word "conspiracy" is vastly similar to the word "constipation". Okay, better leave. I'M FINE! I hate irony. Here, see if you can find the super-secret message! Mar 25th, 2014. Now, some of you are probably calling me a whiner, 'cause you have to get up at 4:30, or whatever. It does all my Math for me. In anycase, this was particularly funny because Tonileigh is one of my "normaler" friends. And then the quality will rise. If you expect nothing, and get nothing, you feel nothing. Josh wants his thought back. *enter Squirell* What's that, little Squirell? It's amazing, it's incredible, it's unbelievable. You have to admit its sheer coolness. What do you think, Hypothetical Reader? So when you kill, or whatever, in the game, you are actually ending life somewhere in the universe. I sure am. of toilet paper, to do everything. People just don't realize that their almonds and mixed nuts may be having depression and other problems. I better go. HOW ARE YOU DOING? I don't want a full year of work. It's because of the "evil little faeries with sharp little teeth." There are now longer sentences in . It actually lists what random minerals they through in to make it TASTE like salt. The longest word entered in most standard English dictionaries is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis with 45 letters. She'll shake and run from it, then suddenly dive and bite it's head. Not only that, Dum-B-Gon: stimulates weight loss, cures "any" illness, does simple houshold chores, never leaves the toilet seat up and is the perfect gentle companion for your kids.

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