This is a good one

Everybody thinks the fashion of their generation will never change.

But think of those stupid furry boots.

Innovation, volume 2

I figured out the most strangest thing. It was completely serendipitous that I stumbled on this little diddy, but I recommend to try it:

Try saying one letter of the alphabet, followed by a number (starting with one)

i.e. "A, one"
"B, two"
"C, three"
"etc"


Hard isn't it?

Highly Suggested That Flobot's 'Stand Up' Is Playing

I think I've done what many have claimed to have done, but haven't.

To put it plain and simple, I figured out the meaning of life. It was tough, I'll be modest, but it finally happened. Through all my experience, which seems odd because it's so little compared to those out there, but somewhere I did something right and figured out the meaning.

It's depressing, trust me... but that can be fixed. The meaning of life is regret.

You grow old and wonder what's the meaning of life? Then you figure it out. Every night when you lay in your bed, while you in your chair, while you're off on your fancy cruise's there's still one thing you're always thinking about. You're wandering why time went so fast and you wish you could do it all again. But you can't. And you realize that, so you just regret. You fill yourself with regret day in and day out and try to compensate and make yourself feel better by buying expensive things and telling yourself life is so much easier. But it's always there.

I think the reason I figured this out is because I was meant to spread it to others so that they can fix it. That's right, it can be fixed.

If you learn about it and accept it soon, you can fix it.

When some people realize it early they might figure, 'what's the point?'.

But, what I want is for those who realize it early to figure, 'when I'm there, I want the memories I'm thinking about to be the best one's I've ever had.'

That's what I'm doing at least.

EDIT: puzzle

the brackets aren't meant to be together also, space them apart and,

O.K.>>>>> <<<<<< is not part of it... so erase that

GOOD LUCK!

EDIT

O.K. I just checked the last bit and the clown gets all fucked up and it doesn't make sense. Sorry junior-champ! But if you're curious to how I ever made a clown, take those signs and make one, like a: 'puzzle'.

Remember it has hair though, and the comma's on top are the top of his hair, I didn't have much to work with so... it's to complete my makeshift haircut

True true, inside the riggit stop, sister! Look brown bitty for expectations, subway! It's the subway station! The glass ring? No thanks, but good offer!

YOU'RE AN IDIOT!
you're a tit

IDIOTIC! BLOG!

shut up
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O.K.>>>>> <<<<<< ( )
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That looks like a clown to me.
I hope it looks like a clown to someone else.
Wait... I think I'm going to try and give him hair..

Ya that looks better..
Now I'm pretty sure it's a clown!
But I can also see how someone would say ice cream cone... don't say that, it's not one...
Simple way to keep the peace, ming

Noice

Graham Out
**Jones'in

no cigar

It's commonly suggested that I hate everybody and everything, which although for the most part it is true, it's also false.
Not everybody. Don't think if you've never talked to me that I automatically hate you, because you shouldn't be telling yourself that.
Unfortunately however, it is true, but you shouldn't be telling yourself that.
It's just people I don't know, I don't like. It isn't personal because I'm sure you're all incredibly charming people and I'm missing out on a terrific secret sharing-bonding-crying together-being each others best men-growing old together-getting baried beside one another type of relationship, but it's just that I don't care.
There is the possibility that one day we might be friends and enjoy one-another's company thoroughly; it's happened to me before.

It's common knowledge I like people, just not people I don't know, you know? They're strange to me, which means they are automatically a threat to me.
In my eyes, before I know you, you could turn around any second and pop me in the neck with a pencil, knife or any sort of shank constructed from an adhesive ranging from glue to hockey tape and an old-syringe.

I just don't know.

I don't really like cats. I actually hate them usually. I am always afraid I'll make peace with them one day, and wake up with a rusty syringe in my neck the next.

Innovation

I heard a joke once, tell it to your friends:

shut the fuck up

This is what I imagine them as, if they were real

Who remembers them?

Who made them?

Where the fuck did they go?

Truth in, truth out

Don't bother with question's my boy, just smoke some weed instead.

The boy shook his head alright, up until this point he was always taught that marijuana was a bad thing, a gateway drug; something that would ruin his life.

Boys can be silly.