Petition:
Make Quentin Tarantino temporarily change his name to Pent-In Quarantino during the COVID quarantine and have him make pandemic-related movies. Who’s with me?
Random Thought:
When you’re watching movie or reading a book, do you think about which character you’d play if you were to be in a remake of said movie or book?
Or is that just me and my weird-ass desire to make strange remakes of things that star myself and my friends?
(This is something that I’ve always wanted to do ever since I was a little kid. I have no idea why.)
Dr. Seuss for clouds: “Oh, the Places You’ll Snow!”
Oh my god, I want a Subway tuna sandwich so bad right now. It’s 3 in the morning, but hell, that’s when I usually have dinner anyway. Too bad the closest Subway is like 3 miles away (and is probably closed).
GOD, DELIVER UNTO ME A SUBWAY TUNA SANDWICH.
IT’S BEEN THREE MINUTES. I HAVE NO SUBWAY TUNA SANDWICH. ERGO, THERE IS NO GOD.
Logic.
(Sorry, I’m really hyper tonight.)
OH CRAP I FORGOT HOW TO BLOG
GUYS.
guysguysguysguysguysguysguys
I’m hyper.
Also, you know you’ve been watching too much Food Network when you have a dream in which Guy Fieri breaks into your house, chugs the entirety of your salt shaker’s contents, and then blasts through the roof using his salt-powered rocket feet. Not rocket shoes, rocket feet.
Edit: holy crap, Guy is 47? He doesn’t look that old. Must be the salt.
I am, indeed, an April fool
When I get super sleep deprived, I tend to make/write/blog things I don’t remember making/writing/blogging about. For example, I found this thing on my USB this morning. Its “date modified” is last night (this morning?) at 3:43 AM.
THIS IS NOT FUNNY ON ANY LEVEL
THAT’S NOT EVEN HOW YOU PRONOUNCE “OREGON”
GOD DAMMIT, BRAIN
The Dumbest Joke in the History of Dumb Jokes
Say there are two trees growing close to one another, one with slightly darker bark than the other.
One day, the lighter-barked tree appears to have a single sheath of bark that’s slightly darker than the other bits of bark and looks like it matches that of the darker-barked tree.
And the other bits of bark say to the darker bark, “Dude. You’re barking up the wrong tree.”
Crap, that isn’t even a joke; that is me with sleep deprivation plus a six-hour layover in Seattle plus the wake of a mini-freakout from last night when I woke up at my dad’s house and had NO IDEA where I was (I thought I was still in Calgary, but nothing looked familiar and I was scared).
I’m not sorry.
Hell, I’m not even coherent.
(Ignore this.)
Silly Claudia Idea #3144:
What would happen if famous books were really all about statistics?
- The Trial would become The Bernoulli Trial
- The Count of Monte Cristo would become The Count of Monte Carlo
- Great Expectations would become Great Expected Values
- The Old Man and the Sea would become The Old Man and the C-Test
- The Wonderful Wizard of Oz would become The Wonderful Wizard of Odds
- The Bell Jar would become The Bell Curve…though of course, there already is a book called The Bell Curve, so how about this: For Whom the Bell Tolls would become For Whom the Bell Curves
- The Kite Runner would become The Code Runner
- The Sun Also Rises would become The Sum Also Rises
And finally,
- One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich would become One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich is Not a Large Enough Sample Size to Allow Us to Make Claims About the Average Day of Ivan Denisovich.
MAKE IT HAPPEN!
(Sorry, I’m super nervous for tomorrow and thus am making zero sense today.)
Ha
Idea: someone should make a pirate-themed R how-to book and call it R Matey. There would be a little cartoon parrot throughout giving little hints and tricks.
*squawk* “Close your brackets! Close your brackets!” *squawk*
Sleep deprivation is fun.
Boots: Claudia Style
Today I shall show you how to go walking in the snow/rain when you’re an idiot like me and live in Canada but haven’t bought boots yet.
READY?
Supplies:
- Two plastic bags (or two large Ziplock baggies)
- Pair of knee-high socks
- Pair of knee-high socks that you don’t mind stretching a bit
- Shoes
- Feet (not pictured).
Step 1: insert feet into pair of knee-high socks.
Step 2: put baggies over socks as shown.
Step 3: put other pair of knee-high socks over baggied feet.
Step 3.5: MAXIMUM CANKLE
Step 4: put on pants and shoes.
Step 5: ???
Step 6: PROFIT! Or go walking, either one.
What I lack in common sense I make up for in…um…interesting ways to compensate for my lack of common sense.
EDIT: WELL THAT WAS A SUCKY WALK. Even with plastic protection, I was NOT going to walk through five blocks of flooded sidewalk. Nope nope nope. Also my iPod pedometer app had a flip-out moment so I lost half my mileage.
I’m frustrated now.
Rain, Rain, Go Away; I Changed the Locks, Just Leave, Okay?
Stupid crap I think about while driving in the rain:
- Do windshield wipers have standard speeds, or is that not a thing that’s regulated?
- Are certain windshield wiper patterns more common than others? By “pattern” I mean the way the wipers go across the glass—like do they both go from right to left and back, or do they open from the middle, that type of thing.
Stupid crap I look up when I get home:
- Okay, it doesn’t look like there are any U.S.-wide standards on what speeds are necessary.
- But windshield wiper geometry is most definitely a thing.
For some reason, that makes me very happy.
In this blog: Claudia Wordles Stuff
I’M SO FREAKING BORED
I WORDLED “ODOR”
I WORDLED WIKIPEDIA’S “LEIBNIZ” PAGE
I WORDLED MY THESIS
I WORDLED THE LYRICS TO INTERACTIVE’S “DILDO”
I THINK I NEED TO SLEEP
Sweet Hot Cajun Invasion, I’m Hyper
The closer I get to this calc final, the more math puns I want to make.
The closer I get to the edge of my chair, the more I want to fall off.
The closer I get to removing all semblance of sanity from my blogs, the more my readers are thinking, “dear god, why did I decide to follow this inanity?”
HAR HAR HAR RED BULL TIME IT’S NOT LIKE I NEED IT BUT WHATEVS!
JEEBUS TAKE THE WHEEL!
Also, my hair’s long enough to braid now. Woo!
My Atmosphere
Idea: some company should make a type of gnocchi and call it Fibonocchi. The box would have to have some sort of mechanism where it would only dispense the gnocchi in quantities of Fibonacci numbers. Like if you shake it five times you get 0 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 3 = 7 gnocchi.
And it could only be served with rabbit.
I think I need to sleep.
Somebody needs to do this if it hasn’t been done yet
Imagine a creation story where the Cosmos gives us two brother gods: Integration and Differentiation. They are responsible for two components of the Universe.
Integration—”The Great Summer”—is in charge of unity and space (well, area, but let’s just go with space). He wields integral symbols as weapons and lives in the sky.
Differentiation—”The Great Changer”—is in charge of division and, of course, change. He’s able to take the smallest components of the universe (hence the “division” aspect) and create a degree of change in it*. He has armor made out of barbs tangent to his skin and lives in the earth.
Something to draw, maybe…?
*Yes, I know taking the derivative of a function does not cause the change measured. Just work with me here.
God, what’s wrong with me?
HAHA TRICK QUESTION I’M INSANE
Oh, APA…
“DSM-5: The Future of Psychiatric Diagnosis”
Does that read like a movie poster headline to anyone else?
DSM-V, The Movie: Let No One Escape Diagnosis!
I can see the plot now: “Tim Feltcher’s new job lands him in the town of DSM-V, a quirky little settlement amid dozens of other settlements across the American Midwest.
Upon settling down and living in the town for a few days, however, Tim notices there’s something odd about it. His office mate spends an obscene amount of time in the bathroom washing his hands. His neighbor shouts at imaginary passers-by and often warns him of bats flying through the neighborhood, even though there are never any to be found. His new girlfriend, Becky, stutters incessantly; his boss is too afraid to come out of his office for board meetings.
Tim wonders how he could feel out of place in a town so full of strange and different people. Then one night, just before he drifts off to sleep, it hits him: he is normal.
It isn’t long before Tim is contacted by Steve, a masochist who claimed that he escaped the town because “he no longer fit the manual.” Curious, Tim breaks into Town Hall late one night and discovers, under the floorboards of the mayor’s office, a large book. After strategically dodging the sleepwalking mayor, Tim gets away with the book and meets up with Steve.
It turns out that the people of the town live by the book—that every individual who resides there must be diagnosed with at least one disorder mentioned. The disorders are inflicted upon people by telling them they’re exhibiting problematic symptoms and then placing them on a series of placebo vaccines that help create the illusion that they truly are sick and require treatment. Steve recalls that the book has been revised multiple times, and that back when DSM-III became DSM-IV, he was able to escape between the time that his old diagnosis had been removed and a new one had been put in its place.
Tim decides right then and there that he has to get out of DSM-V. However, the next day he is brought to the mayor’s office and told that he’s been showing signs of post-traumatic stress disorder and that he must be given vaccines to help combat the further “infection” of the illness. Upon looking for the book, the Mayor discovers it missing! Tim jumps out of the office window [insert overly dramatic movie scene here], sprints back to his apartment, grabs the book, and rendezvous with Steve on the outskirts of town.”
OH GOD, IT’S A CLIFFHANGER PLOT, HOW WILL THEY SAVE THE TOWNSPEOPLE?!
Haven’t thought about that part yet. Maybe they burn the manual.
Hey, at least I didn’t make a poster. A possible NaNo, but no poster.
Today’s song: Raise Your Hands by Bon Jovi
Blog 554: In Which Claudia Pretends to be Awesome
(I’m hyped up on about 30 apple Jolly Ranchers at the moment (screw moderation!)—asking for forgiveness in advance)
A Survey I Want All of You Weirdos To Fill Out In Your Glorious Comments To This Blog
1. Claudia has a Flash project that is underway as this is being typed. It is a teaser/trailer for a possible upcoming Flash entitled, “Manifest Destiny: The Story of the Presidents.” Does this intrigue you?
[ ] Mightily!
[ ] Indeed!
[ ] Wait, what?
[ ] stfu u dont kno falsh lol!!!11
2. It is stated in the above question that this is either a “teaser,” meaning that the longer Flash stated in it will not be made, or a “trailer,” indicating that the longer Flash will be made, eventually. Which do you prefer?
[ ] Teaser. Claudia needs to focus on her schoolwork and 22+ credits next semester.
[ ] Trailer. Claudia needs to entertain her friends before they revolt and realize that all she’s good for is typing random surveys in her blogs and making them fill them out.
[ ] Ballroom dance!
3. The best-fitting definition of a “Claudia” is:
[ ] God
[ ] An appletini
[ ] A being of unsurpassable awesomeness
[ ] A being that uses C6H12O6 + 6O2 to make 6CO2, 6H20, and crazy-ass Flash animations
That is all. Please write on the top of your survey your student ID and favorite pair of underwear.
I used to work at a bridal shop specializing in headdresses. My work there was to know a veil.
This blog is destined not to make any sense (this is good to know, you hooligans!)
I’ve set the scene for an interrogation. You are a D-cup bra. In the seat next to you is a potted plant (of the cactus variety). You and Mr. Prickles (the cactus) caused quite a commotion at a local nightclub last night. However you, being a bra, can’t remember a single thing. And Mr. Prickles isn’t talking. It is up to you and your razor sharp negotiation skills to persuade Mr. Prickles to confess to both you and the heavily-cologned officer across the table the goings on of last night. The tools at your disposal include:
-a book of matches
-three copies of War and Peace (unabridged)
-a piece of wedding cake
-Dr. Phil
The egg timer on the table is set at 56 minutes. It is ticking down. Quickly, my bra-like friend, what do you do?!
a) I quickly grab the book of matches and begin threatening Mr. Prickles with a burning match whilst distracting the officer by giving him a copy of War and Peace to read and entertaining Dr. Phil with the tasty slice of cake.
b) I enlist Dr. Phil to counsel Mr. Prickles into speaking, while the officer and I share the piece of cake after propping it up on the three copies of War and Peace.
c) I set the three copies of War and Peace on fire while all of us share the piece of cake and dance around the bon fire of glory.
d) I watch in amazement as Mr. Prickles constructs an elaborate escape using just three matches and Dr. Phil’s tie. I then pummel the officer with copy after copy of War and Peace as Mr. Prickles and I escape to the roof.
e) Dr. Phil threatens us with a lighted match until we all promise to stop making fun of his accent.
f) I act as a priest, reading out the wedding ceremony from a copy of War and Peace while the officer and Mr. Prickles realize their love for each other and get married, thus putting the wedding cake to good use.
g) I cough up a lung and Mr. Prickles and I take a cab to downtown New York.
You must choose! All of you!
And yes, I did have a bit of sugar tonight, how could you tell?
“Hey everyone, let’s do some mother%#*^ing drugs!”
Man, I’m bored. This has nothing to do with anything. Impending finals tomorrow.
Do me like a crossword puzzle!
“Ah! My dear Watson! I do believe I’ve solved the riddle of my constant coldness! If you examine the evidence closely (and by “examining the evidence” I mean observing the result I obtained by taking my temperature every 30 minutes over the course of one day) you will see that my internal body temperature never rises above 97.8 degrees! Furthermore, Watson—you sexy beast, you—I have found that this internal temperature dropped below the hypothermia threshold (approximately 96.8 degrees) on twelve separate occasions!
“Now I know what you’re saying, Watson (you man-beef you, I want you in my bed chamber later): ‘Sir, your argument holds little water. I know, as you do, that body temperature varies from person to person. Your body’s average temperature may in fact be a significant amount lower than your peers, therefore rendering this ‘normal’ hypothermia threshold marking irrelevant. However, I do say that this lower temperature has no effect on your sexual urges.’
“Indeed,” I would say in response, “you are correct regarding my sexual urges. However, you fail to provide an adequate argument regarding your other points. I fail to recognize the idea that my body temperature would naturally be low enough to consider such a low temperature of, in one case, 94.7, as ‘normal’ and ‘healthy.’
He: “But sir, you are, as I recall, anemic.”
Me: “No longer! I have conquered the beast that is anemia months ago and it has remained conquered!”
He: “Ah! I see your brilliance now! May I recline now upon your floor and bid you to do what you wish of me!”
Me: “Oh-ho! I see you want more of what you got last night!”
Etc., etc.
So yeah. I’m a freaking hypothermic little weirdo.
Waiter! There’s a quadriplegic in my Jazzercise class!
What’s up with me and the quadriplegic/paraplegic jokes? Anyway, down to business!*
*none of this should be taken seriously. Seriously.
An Exposition on Paleontology In Which Several Points Must Be Made
Point 1: In Which Is Written A Strongly-Worded Letter To Jack London
Dear Mr. London,
Having just read your short story “To Build a Fire,” I have several questions regarding the coldness of the territory in which your character, “the man,” was wandering about.
Repeated six times in 11 pages is some variation of the phrase, “it was cold.” Your exact words are:
“It certainly was cold, he concluded”,
“Once in a while the thought reiterated itself that it was very cold”,
“It certainly was cold”,
“It certainly was cold, was his thought”,
“There was no mistake about it, it was cold”, and
“It certainly was cold, was his thought”.
On completion of this story I found that there might be some confusion over whether or not it was cold in this Alaskan territory. Other readers and I would benefit greatly if you were to state clearly—on multiple occasions, perhaps, even repeating yourself—how cold it actually was (that is, if it was cold at all).
Thank you in advance,
Sir Isaac Newton (not that one, a different one).
Point 2: In Which The Riddle Of The Double-Dream-Marriage To William Shatner Is Discussed
Dear Brain,
It has come to my attention that you, on more occasions than one, have found it rather humorous to have me marry William Shatner in my dreams. This has occurred now both in the months of February and March.
While William Shatner is indeed a dignified character, and while we both share several similar activities and hobbies, such as appearing in Kellog’s All-Bran cereal commercials on the side (thank you, Wikipedia), I do feel it is time for a change.
I would appreciate it, my dear Brain, if you would delve into the past a bit, and conjure up images of Voltaire, Descartes, or Locke. Seeing as how Voltaire is the only man who dared show a smirk in his portraits, I would prefer him.
Oh Brain, how I wish for Voltaire in my dreams tonight.
Thank you in advance,
Me (you know me, don’t you?).
Point 3: In Which My Severe Aversion To Romanticism And My Longing To Return To The Study Of The Enlightenment Is Discussed
Dear English Department,
While I realize how necessary it is to delve into all forms and time periods of English literature, I do strongly recommend that we return to the study of the Enlightenment. It is so much more intriguing and enchanting than Romanticism. While Frankenstein’s creation and Rousseau’s raunchy “Confessions” do it for some, others, like myself, prefer the wit of Voltaire and the steady reasoning logic of Descartes.
Please see Point 2 above, disregarding the first part about Mr. Shatner.
Thank you in advance,
Some Random Student.
The Second Continental Chatroom
THIS IS WHAT I DO WHEN I’M BORED.
This is my attempt to describe the events (or the night, more accurately) leading up to the Second Continental Congress in Philadelphia, as well as the writing of the Declaration of Independence, if the founding fathers had had computers, the internet, and a chatroom or two. Done in an hour.
Note #1: this is about as historically accurate as scientology is a credible theory, so keep that in mind while you read it (although some things that are thrown in there have some historical context). It’s mainly for entertainment.
Note #2: I tried to use “chatroom dialogue” for this thing. So that’s why like every third word is incorrectly spelled and/or an abbreviation.
Okay, that’s all. Enjoy!
The Second Continental Chatroom.
10 founding fathers.
2 chatrooms.
1 hell of a ride.
Here’s the key to the names:
GeorgeW = George Washington
Hancocky = John Hancock
AllAboutTheBenjamins = Benjamin Franklin
Tom = Thomas Jefferson
JMad = James Madison
John1776 = John Adams
Sammy = Samuel Adams
Alex = Alexander Hamilton
Liberty1000 = Patrick Henry
Sensible1 = Thomas Paine
TheKing = King George
>>>>>>>Logging on: Chatroom25<<<<<<<..:namespace prefix = o ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office” />
(AllAboutTheBenjamins signed on)
(GeorgeW signed on)
(Alex signed on)
(Tom signed on)
AllAboutTheBenjamins: Testing, testing…
GeorgeW: hello?
(John1776 signed on)
(Liberty1000 signed on)
(Sammy signed on)
John1776: is it working
Alex: yeah it is
Liberty1000: hi guyzzzzzzzzzzzz
(JMad signed on)
(Sensible1 signed on)
Sammy: awesome invention ben :P
Tom: yeah best so far
AllAboutTheBenjamins: Thanks guys
AllAboutTheBenjamins: I call it the “chatroom”
AllAboutTheBenjamins: I stole the patent from the English :P
John1776: lol
JMad: oh noes!
Sensible1: Haha
Alex: ho hum
Sammy: wat do we do now
(TheKing signed on)
TheKing: Teh King is hear!
AllAboutTheBenjamins: Uh-oh
JMad: its geourge
John1776: lol brit
Tom: hi geourge ;)
TheKing: shut up I don’t hvae a u in my name
Sammy: why r u folowing us around
Sammy: give us space
TheKing: stop running awy from me
TheKing: y arnt we friends anymore
Alex: cuz ur anoying
TheKing: no im not
Tom: yes you are
John1776: u keep telling us wat to do
John1776: and wont leave us alone
John1776: stop it
TheKing: shut up im the best guy youll ever meet
TheKing: im the kign
John1776: yea right
TheKing: >:(
TheKing: no!
TheKing: I am teh king!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
TheKing: I rule!
AllAboutTheBenjamins: Wow, he’s getting annoying.
Alex: k guys lets move 2 a diffrent room
Tom: k
(Alex signed off)
(AllAboutTheBenjamins signed off)
John1776: alrite
(Sensible1 signed off)
(Tom signed off)
(John1776 signed off)
GeorgeW: byebye gourge
(GeorgeW signed off)
(JMad signed off)
(Liberty1000 signed off)
Sammy: :P
TheKing: NO STAY HERE
(Sammy signed off)
TheKing: DAMN
>>>>>>>>Logging on: Chatroom05<<<<<<<<<<
(Alex signed on)
(John1776 signed on)
(AllAboutTheBenjamins signed on)
Alex: this is much better
(JMad signed on)
(Sammy signed on)
AllAboutTheBenjamins: Indeed.
(Sensible1 signed on)
(Tom signed on)
Alex: where’d pat go?
John1776: I dunno we mustve lost him
(GeorgeW signed on)
Alex: omg gorge is so dum
John1776: No kidding lol
GeorgeW: :(
Alex: No not you geogre
Alex: teh other 1
GeorgeW: o okay
John1776: ur teh cool george
GeorgeW: thx <3
JMad: btw did you see aaron today
John1776: lol ya
John1776: those socks where so stupid
JMad: ill give u 10 virginia dollars if u shout burrs a grrl next time u see him
John1776: lol deal
Alex: god i hate him
Alex: i wish i could shoot him
John1776: lol ur so vilent
Alex: hey he deserves it
John1776: youd prolly be the one 2 die, lol
(Liberty1000 signed on)
JMad: hey patrick
JMad: pat pat patty pat patrick patty pat pat pat patrick patricio pat patty fat pat patty patrick pat pat patty pat
Liberty1000: what
JMad: hi :P
John1776: lol
Tom: so ben wat did u do over in france
AllAboutTheBenjamins: The question SHOULD read, “WHO did I do over in France”
Sensible1: :O
GeorgeW: ( . Y . )
Liberty1000: omg u seriussssssssss
AllAboutTheBenjamins: ;)
AllAboutTheBenjamins: You know what I say
AllAboutTheBenjamins: “Girlies in bed and girlies when rise makes life healthy and full of surprise”
John1776: lol
John1776: u mite wanna change that for teh public
AllAboutTheBenjamins: I probably will
AllAboutTheBenjamins: What rhymes with “girlie?”
Tom: surly
Sensible1: Burly
Alex: curley
GeorgeW: early
Liberty1000: twirrly
AllAboutTheBenjamins: “Early” sounds good; I’ll try that
John1776: your so lucky ben i wish i could go to france
John1776: but abby would kill me
Sammy: lol
JMad: *whip crack*
John1776: :( tahts not nice
JMad: sorry
(Hancocky signed on)
Alex: uhoh guys better behave
Alex: hancocks online</span>
John1776: oh crap lol
Hancocky: WTF IS UP GUYZ
Alex: lol hi john
AllAboutTheBenjamins: Hey Johnny
Hancocky: THERES MY MAN
Hancocky: HEY JOHN ADAMS
John1776: lol hey john hancock
Hancocky: TANKS FOR GETTIN THOSE SUGAR ACT GUYZ OFF MY BACK DUDE
John1776: np
Sensible1: hey hancock wanna get a smaller font
Hancocky: NO
Hancocky: I LIKE IT THIS WAY
Sensible1: w/e
Sensible1: Why are you so obnoxious, john?
Hancocky: WTF PAINE
GeorgeW: yea dude
GeorgeW: you think your so hi and mighty just cuz your writing a book
GeorgeW: anyone could do that
Tom: i wish i could write something good :(
JMad: awwww poor t.j.
John1776: u can write good tom
Sammy: we <3 u Thomas
Tom: aw thnx :)
JMad: btw sam what do you have going on in your basement
JMad: ?
Sammy: nothin
JMad: liar
JMad: i kno you have beer lol
Hancocky: OMG WHERE
JMad: Sammys got beer in his basement
Alex: holy crap sam adams beer rocks
GeorgeW: u should pee in a bottle and sent it to geourge
John1776: lol
Alex: i h8 geourge
Alex: >:(
Sammy: me too
AllAboutTheBenjamins: I think we need to lay down the law with him.
Alex: definitely
Hancocky: TOTALLY
Tom: yes
Tom: it becomes nesessary for one people to disolve the political bands which have connected them with another
Tom:and to assume among the powers of the Earth the seperate and equal station to wich the laws of nature & of natures god entitle them
Tom: a decent respect to the opinons of man kind requires that they should declare the causes with impell them to the seperation
Tom: :P
GeorgeW: wow
JMad: dude write that down
Tom: haha, sriously?
<P class=MsoNormal style=”MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt”>Sammy: ya
John1776: do it
Alex: and add more
Tom: k
Hancocky: TOTALLY BASH GEOURGE IN IT TOO
John1776: yea write down all the crap hes done to us
Alex: ^ this
Tom: k what has he done
AllAboutTheBenjamins: He appointed those judges that were completely biased
JMad: those damn brit soldiers everywhere
JMad: can’t get them out of my house
Hancocky: I CAN’T TRADE DAMMIT
John1776: that doesnt stop u
John1776: lol
Alex: Taxes!!
Hancocky: I WAS ON TRIAL BECAUSE I TRIED TO TRADE BUT THERE WAS NO JURY
Sammy: i had to go back to england to go on trail
Sammy: sea sickness and all
Liberty1000: I’m boreed
Liberty1000: somebody talk 2 me
Sammy: l8r
Liberty1000: pleeeeeeeeeeeeeez
Liberty1000: pm me
Sammy: no were busy
Liberty1000: Give me a pm or give me death!!!11
Hancocky: DUDE SHUT UP
Alex: ya seriously u say that about everythign
Liberty1000: I do not
AllAboutTheBenjamins: You said it about my bran muffin the other morning
AllAboutTheBenjamins: I gave it to you too because I thought you were being serious
John1776: lol
Liberty1000: fine then
(Liberty1000 signed off)
Tom: k anyways wat else has he done
Tom: ?
JMad: remember when we all had 2 go to england for that stupid meetign
JMad: that counts
GeorgeW: he keeps overrulling our laws
Tom: k one sec
Tom: allright its done
John1776: tom ur teh 1337
Hancocky: OGM YOU NEED TO SEND THIS TO GEOURGE
Hancocky: WE SHOULD ALL SIGN IT
Hancocky: I CALL FIRST
Sensible1: I dont know why youre all getting excited about what he’s writing
Sensible1: I mean all of its just common sense
JMad: Paine, stfu
John1776: lol paine
John1776: ur all about the common sense crap
Sensible1: Hey its a good idea
Sensible1: Its better then toms stupid thing
Hancocky: DON’T DIS TEH TOM
GeorgeW: seriously
JMad: i say we send paine to give this to geourge
Sammy: second dat
Sensible1: This is ridiculous
(Sensible1 signed off)
John1776: lol
(TheKing signed on)
TheKing: BWAHAHA IM BACK
GeorgeW: oh ****
Tom: haha hi geourge :P
JMad: hey geourge, asl?
TheKing: wtf
JMad: *takes off wig and outer tunic*
John1776: lol
TheKing: u guys r sick
Alex: I <3 YOU GEOURGE!!!
TheKing: ew
Sammy: hey geourge
TheKing: wat
Sammy: ur tea sux
John1776: lol
Hancocky: OMG BURRRN
TheKing: u guys are rediculous
Tom: hey gourge we have something to show you
(>TheKing received Declaration.doc from Tom<)
TheKing: u will all regret this
(TheKing signed off)
AllAboutTheBenjamins: Hooray! He’s gone!
Alex: bring it on king…we got the cool george
GeorgeW: :)
Hancocky: HEY GUYZ WE SHOULD TOTALLY MEET SOMEWHERE AND PLOT SOME MORE
Alex: ya
Sammy: i can brign some beer
AllAboutTheBenjamins: Where should we go?
Alex: theres taht old building in philadelphia
GeorgeW: ok cool
Tom: k
John1776: see u there guys
(John1776 signed off)
(Sammy signed off)
AllAboutTheBenjamins: Alright, I’ll be there
(Tom signed off)
(GeorgeW signed off)
(Alex signed off)
JMad: me too
(AllAboutTheBenjamins signed off)
(JMad signed off)
Hancocky: THIS IS GONNA BE SO COOL
(Hancocky signed off)</font>
(Liberty1000 signed on)
Liberty1000: guyzzzzzzzz
(Sensible1 signed on)
Liberty1000: where did u all go
Sensible1: Hello?
Liberty1000: paine!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Sensible1: Oh god no
(Sensible1 signed off)
Liberty1000: hello
Liberty1000: dangit
(Liberty1000 signed off)
The End…or is it?
MY NEXT PROJECT (in other words, no one else is allowed to do this): chronicle all of U.S. history using the chatroom format. After that, possibly, is the Bible chronicled using chatroom format.
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