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Posted by Ignorant Mar 28 2015 07:03 GMT
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i am a disruptive technologist.

I remember walking into a room and my father was watching this and he told me I should compete
that was the last time I saw my father.

Posted by Ignorant Mar 24 2015 04:24 GMT
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I will kill spice with spicy memes.

carful son i will shjank a NIGGER like KAMAHAAMMHAAAAAAA
Posted by Ignorant Mar 16 2015 03:44 GMT
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nice topic

what a twist

Posted by Ignorant Mar 02 2015 05:37 GMT
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I wasn't ready

Posted by Ignorant Mar 02 2015 05:36 GMT
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I'm ready for the neo funk that we are birthing

Posted by Ignorant Mar 02 2015 05:38 GMT
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Posted by Ignorant Dec 31 2014 03:44 GMT
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In the context of donkey kong? Clearly David wise. In the context of all the shit they've done? merrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhehgrhgehgre thats harder

but seriously david wise is a boss listen to this shit:



Posted by Ignorant Dec 24 2014 20:03 GMT
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make trees

fastest tree wins


The Fastest tree, yall can't even Z drift



Posted by Ignorant Dec 06 2014 03:51 GMT
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skip to 49:30 and watch me rip


i won the raffle to play 5 seconds after entering, before i even turned on the wii u. i was shaking man


Even I can beat iggy:



Posted by Ignorant Nov 09 2014 19:56 GMT
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already pre-ordered

i get my special edition copy for free, get on my level bitch
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Posted by Ignorant Oct 21 2014 15:11 GMT
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how did i find this


get your tinfoil hats


great thumbnail, added to scream stream on a 4 hour loop

Posted by Ignorant Sep 11 2014 22:06 GMT
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 Spooky Scary Skeletons

               Andrew Gold

           Report and analysis by this faggot right here


            Spooky Scary Skeletons is a song by Andrew Gold.  I chose it as my song to describe the crossroads: the places where reality clash with the supernatural not only because it was popular, but because it shares a special place in my heart as one as my favourite songs.

            Spooky Scary Skeletons is about the troubles that one would experience when discovered the corpse of another living being.  Because of how shocking the entire experience would be, one would start to possibly delude themselves in the madness that they might come back to life.  This is a sign of being very attached or dedicated to the one who died, or simply having irrational fears from watching one too many horror films.

            The song delves in to the madness one may experience once encountering such a terribly frightening object: an endoskeleton without flesh.  The song constantly reminds the listener of how terrifying they truly are as the title of the song is repeated many times throughout.

            Eventually, the listener would discover how truly petrified the person is of corpses, where they start having irrational fears of anything that slightly resembles bones. They would constantly hallucinate that the bodies are talking to them and preforming actions on their own, even at one point describing them as ‘Zombies’: mindless walking undead.

            The listener lastly finds out that the poor witness has finally become unable to sleep, seeing skeletons everywhere, speaking to him, chattering their rotten teeth to them. Eventually the witness is assumed to drop dead to the floor, as the song ends when Andrew Gold states that he was awoken by an apparent skeleton with a “BOO!”


            In my honest opinion, Spooky Scary Skeletons may not be one of the best songs ever made, nor one of the best Andrew Gold has ever produced, but it is truly a work of art and deserves every bit of appreciation it gets.






This line is referring to the supporting structure of the human body: the endoskeleton. Witnessing such an object outside of a human body would imply that somebody may have died, and therefore, would cause extreme fear and dismay towards the person that witnessed it. It is a completely understandable response.


If a shiver is sent down your spine, it would mean that an uneasy feeling is sent to the receptors in your nervous system, which responds by sending pulses instantly through your nerves. This feeling usually occurs when one would fear their lives and initiate ‘fight or flight’. Witnessing a human endoskeleton outside of a body could easily cause such a fear.



This line is rather confusing, as it is rather impossible for a mere skull to shriek, or send electricity through your body. First of all, the skull would not possess a voice box, and therefore, be unable to cause any shrieking or screaming sounds. Secondly, even if a current was sent through a skull, the bone would have a difficult time conducting it. If it is referring simply to surprise, I would be surprised too if a skull managed to scream.



By 'sealing your doom', your fate would be locked, and you would without a doubt, perish.  This is questionable, as a skeleton would be unable to kill you. The only logical possibility I could think of is if the plausible murderer of said corpse were to end your life for seeing the body.


This line is identical to the very first line, I suggest you go back and enjoy the re-read. It is likely repeated to emphasize how scary the situation would be.


Once more, it is physically impossible for a skull or endoskeleton to screech by themselves. They would also be unable to speak at all.



This line confirms that the previous line was indeed referring to surprise, and not physically shocking. It also continues to tell the listener that witnessing the corpses will send adrenaline rushing through their bodies.


Firstly, these are not ‘zombies’ we are dealing with. It is very unlikely that a lone skeleton would be able to reanimate as an undead abomination. Secondly, I have already explained that a skeleton lacks a larynx, and therefore is unable to speak or emit sounds. I suppose that being surprised by such an action is just.


This line refers to apologizing to a corpse in a means to express your pity towards the person who has died. Likely, the person had many regrets in life and has had many shortcomings, leading to them to become misunderstood. If the person is referring the corpse itself being misunderstood, they would likely believe the corpse is not what people think it is, and therefore must be delusional.


A corpse does not have the ability to socialize, nor the wish to. Maybe in their past life, the endoskeleton’s owner wished to socialize more with others but never had the chances to. This line expresses more related to spirituality, and understanding what the dead would want.


This line expresses logical sense and reasoning. Socializing with a corpse can be either a sign of insanity or attachment to the previous person whom that life belonged to. By not socializing, you are guaranteeing others to view you as a sane person.


Once more, an endoskeleton without flesh attached to it would be unable to speak. It does not possess a life, or a larynx, or a brain, or any other organ really.


By this point, I have had trouble deciding if the singer is serious or not. The mummified skeletons of ancient Egyptians would not be able to escape from their sarcophagus. That is merely a myth passed down by ancient text.


This is an indeed frightening line. Everywhere you go, there will be Skeletal corpses there. You will be practically walking on corpses for every moment of your life. This is experiencing true fear, as you would always smell the foul air of decay and have to deal with maggots and such at all times.



This is the most beautiful line in the entire song. It expresses the fact that the spirits, the supernatural are quite shy and unable to speak with us properly. They feel unwelcomed in this world because they belong in the afterlife. This is where the crossroads would come in to play.


Because of the fear of skeletons one may have developed over experiencing them constantly, one may find a mere pouch with a fear bones in it extremely frightening. This is more of an irrational fear, but where it would come from would be understandable.


This line refers to the bags of bones. They would be considered still a massive concern by the one with the irrational fears, but not as much as the real corpse. Therefore, a mere bag of bones would be only semi-serious, and only attended to after all endoskeletons are dealt with.


It is less silly and more frightening how common the appearance of said corpses are. This line surprises me and makes me feel as if the person who wrote these lyrics is slowly losing his sanity as he writes.


Technically, skeletons are always smiling. Their teeth are always visible unless they have already rotted away. You could be walking by them slowly and curiously only to see the creepy expression on their face. This could easily drive one insane. This line also proves my previous statement of Andrew Gold losing his sanity.


This line is a reference to the classic rhyme “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.”

That line means that no matter what is said to one person, they will never be really hurt by what they say. What this line is doing in this song is questionable. Maybe it implies one should destroy the corpse before anybody else sees it.


If there were a corpse in my room right now, I would very much have difficulty getting a proper rest. It is understandable how one would have trouble sleeping with a lone endoskeleton nearby.


For the final line of the song, it is quite disappointing. After multiple times of stating that a skeleton would be unable to conduct proper speech due to lack of any flesh or organs, it still suggests the skeleton of a corpse possesses the ability to say “BOO!”


I believe that Andrew Gold has made much better pieces of music, but this one piece demonstrates the harsh choices and experiences between life and death very well.



You're teacher was clearly jealous of your amazing report and took out his envy on your grade point average

Posted by Ignorant Jul 05 2014 17:18 GMT
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i had fun as you can see

nice, is there an end to FTL?
that's the final boss. you go through 8 sectors. this was my 64th run of the game

Posted by Ignorant Apr 23 2014 02:49 GMT
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I saved that pic in my furry porn folder.

*tries as hard as shit to become really popular 4 fanart*

Posted by Fortran Apr 09 2014 08:03 GMT
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pleas rwite a guide on it thanks you

1, take shit
2. fling at srceen
3; post
4' kill urslef
Fallen Shade

Posted by Ignorant Apr 07 2014 20:09 GMT
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i love you faggots


soon he'll be out of diapers and ready for his big boy pants

Posted by Ignorant Mar 14 2014 07:31 GMT
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Fallen Shade

rip ;-;7

Posted by Ignorant Mar 06 2014 16:25 GMT
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i saw it you can't hide it from me

Posted by Ignorant Jan 04 2014 03:39 GMT
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took one look at the preview image of the video
noped so hard I lost consciousness

I noped up a small thunderstorm

Posted by Ignorant Dec 18 2013 18:24 GMT
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I'm really enjoying this game, except I find myself playing it in MODERATION because I have to leave time for my villagers to build shit


the light blue door leads to a prehistoric land

Posted by Ignorant Dec 17 2013 20:14 GMT
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sounds like a sport i would very much like to partake in

Posted by Ignorant Dec 09 2013 19:28 GMT
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I'll bring the jarate.

Your anus will be torn asunder as punishment

Posted by Ignorant Nov 20 2013 20:16 GMT
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Before Super Mario brother starts ripping tendons and ligaments with his typical knee-jerk reaction to my letters, he should realize that ignoring the problem of warlordism will not make it go away. My hope is that the following text will delight the critical and offer food for thought to those contemplating his hypersensitive subliminal psywar campaigns. The pen is a powerful tool. Why don't we use that tool to dispense justice? Of all the delusions I have ever known, the most coldhearted is the idea that ebola, AIDS, mad-cow disease, and the hantavirus were intentionally bioengineered by insensate wheeler-dealers for the purpose of population reduction. Still, that doesn't prevent Super Mario brother from demanding that loyalty to disingenuous primates supersedes personal loyalty.


Due to circumstances that I have encountered in my research, I find that I must cross-examine Super Mario brother's raving ruderies. For proof of this fact I must point out that Super Mario brother has repeatedly indicated a desire to cause pain and injury to those who don't deserve it. Is that the sound of rarefied respectability that Super Mario brother's idolators so frequently attribute to Super Mario brother? The brown-nosing blathering of a vicious, costive ingrate is more like it. In fact, Super Mario brother says that the peak of fashion is to foist the most poisonously false and destructive myths imaginable upon us. You know, he can lie as much as he wants, but he can't change the facts. If he could, he'd truly prevent anyone from hearing that I'm not very conversant with his background. To be quite frank, I don't care to be. I already know enough to state with confidence that Super Mario brother craves more power. I say we should give him more power—preferably, 10,000 volts of it.


I find sardonic humor in the way that Super Mario brother accuses his enemies of twisting our entire societal valuation of love and relationships beyond all insanity. To say anything else would be a lie. He doesn't want to acknowledge that his band is packed with more Pecksniffian mattoids than a stray dog has fleas. In fact, Super Mario brother would rather block all discussion on the subject. I suppose that's because he seems to be involved in a number of illegal or borderline-illegal activities. For Super Mario brother and his satellites, tax evasion and financial chicanery are scarcely outside the norm. Even financial fraud and thievery seem to be okay. What's next? Reviving the ruinous excess of a bygone era to bounce and blow amidst the ruinous excess of the present era? I can say only that life isn't fair. We've all known this since the beginning of time, so why is Super Mario brother so compelled to complain about situations over which he has no control? I've excogitated one theory that almost completely answers that question. Unfortunately, it fails to take into account that in Super Mario brother's metanarratives, interventionism is witting and unremitting, nutty and bad-tempered. He revels in it, rolls in it, and uses it to spread colonialism all over the globe like pigeon droppings over Trafalgar Square.


Is that such a difficult concept? We and Super Mario brother honestly need to call a truce on our arguments over emotionalism. Unfortunately, Super Mario brother will refuse to accept any such truce, as his whole raison d'être is to promote emotionalism in all its raffish forms. If he were to use more accessible language then a larger number of people would be able to understand what he's saying. The downside for Super Mario brother, of course, is that a larger number of people would also understand that I cannot compromise with him; he is without principles. I cannot reason with him; he is without reason. But I can warn him and with a warning he must clearly take to heart: He will shame the poor into blaming themselves for losing the birth lottery by the next full moon. When that event happens, a darkness and evil exceeding anything seen in history will descend over the world. I can hope only that before it does, people will highlight all of the problems with Super Mario brother's spineless sound bites. Only then can we set the record straight.


Come on, Super Mario brother; I know you're capable of thoughtful social behavior. He is driven by his urge for power, his love of force, and his dream of conquest, to put it mildly. It troubles and amazes me to think that he was a pernicious reprobate when I first encountered him. He's a pernicious reprobate now. And there is no more reason for believing that he will ever cease to be a pernicious reprobate than there is for supposing that once Super Mario brother has approved of something it can't possibly be small-minded. Please keep in mind that we have a right, an indisputable, inalienable, indefeasible, divine right to give direction to a universal human development of culture, ethics, and morality. It is quite common today to hear people express themselves as follows: "I have undeniably had enough of Super Mario brother's airy-fairy talk of 'maybe this or maybe that'." The more I think about insane picaros, the more troubled I become by Super Mario brother's claims. To sum it all up, Super Mario brother is lost in a netherworld of oligarchism.


tl;dr - he's a faggot

don't talk shit about my waifu

A detailed explanation about what is wrong with Shadeston


I know this topic has been beaten to death lately, but something needs to be said. I speak from experience. First and foremost, some uppity psychopaths actually claim that our country's security, prestige, and financial interests are best served by war and the ever-present threat of war. This is the kind of muddled thinking that Shadeston is encouraging with his artifices. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as covinous, imperious freaks.


Although chimpanzees can be convinced to wear clothing, understand commands, and even ride bicycles (if well paid for their services in bananas), it would be virtually impossible to convince Shadeston that foolish franions like him belong in prison where they can be kept away from the general public. That represents yet more evidence—as if we needed more—that Shadeston's shills warrant that "the cure for evil is more evil." First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written instead that Shadeston's love of Dadaism and fogyism gives a new, perverse dimension to the old adage, De gustibus non est disputandum, then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, Shadeston promises his minions that as soon as he's finished oppressing, segregating, and punishing others, they'll all become rich beyond their wildest dreams. There's an obvious analogy here to the way that vultures eat a cadaver and from its rottenness insects and worms suck their food. The point is that our battle with Shadeston is a battle between spiritualism and cynicism, between tradition and subversion, between the defenders of Western civilization and its enemies. With the battle lines drawn as such, it is abundantly clear that Shadeston's protests are merely a sideshow exhibit in the circus of Trotskyism. Every time I strike that note, which I guess I do a lot, I hear from people calling me loathsome or fastidious. Here's my answer: Someone has been giving Shadeston's brain a very thorough washing, and now Shadeston is trying to do the same to us.


And if you think that those who disagree with Shadeston should be cast into the outer darkness, should be shunned, should starve, then you aren't thinking very clearly. He secretly has been scheming to destroy our moral fiber. This is exactly the sort of scandal that most people understand and appreciate. It's what opens people's eyes to the reality that Shadeston's maledicent smear tactics are a locomotive of elitism. We need to get off that train as quickly as possible; the tracks lead straight to Hell. Personally, I personally would much rather be on a train in which the passengers recognize that on a television program last night I heard one of this country's top scientists conclude that, "Shadeston's logorrheic, cynical apologues impact heavily on our security and survival." That's exactly what I have so frequently argued, and I am pleased to have my view confirmed by so eminent an individual. On rare occasions, in order to preserve their liberties, sometimes people must arrest and detain Shadeston's nemeses indefinitely without charge, without trial, and without access to legal counsel. Shadeston does that even when his liberties aren't being threatened.


Rowdyism is an inherently oppressive ideology, as evidenced by the way that most people react to Shadeston's obtrusive escapades as they would to having a pile of steaming pig manure dumped on their doorstep. Even when they can cope, they resent having to do so. Speaking of resentment, Shadeston wants to scrap the notion of national sovereignty. Who does he think he is? I mean, if he feels ridiculed by all the attention my letters are bringing him, then that's just too darn bad. Shadeston's arrogance has brought this upon himself. The very genesis of Shadeston's pouty maneuvers is in Comstockism. And it seems to me to be a neat bit of historic justice that he will eventually himself be destroyed by Comstockism.


So remember kids, if you want to slow scientific progress, all you have to do is agree to let Shadeston show a clear lack of respect not just for those brave souls who fought and died for what they believed in but also for you, the readers of this letter. I don't suppose he realizes which dialectic principle he's violating by maintaining that he is the one who will lead us to our great shining future. Therefore, I shall take it upon myself to explain. Shadeston just keeps on saying, "I don't give a [expletive deleted] about you. I just want to turn the world's most civilized societies into pestholes of death, disease, and horror." Many people respond to his reckless, grotesque scribblings in much the same way that they respond to television dramas. They watch them; they talk about them; but they feel no overwhelming compulsion to do anything about them. That's why I insist we provide light, information, and knowledge about his depraved, malapert generalizations.


Shadeston's quips are like an enormous larrikinism-spewing machine. We must begin dismantling that structure. We must put a monkey wrench in its gears. And we must preserve the peace because Shadeston has vowed that any day now he'll treat people like the most patronizing smear merchants I've ever seen. This is hardly news; Shadeston has been vowing that for months with the regularity of a metronome. What is news is that he swears that his mistakes are always someone else's fault. Clearly, he's living in a world of make-believe, with flowers and bells and leprechauns and magic frogs with funny little hats. Back in the real world, I frequently talk about how Shadeston goes ga-ga for any type of presentism you can think of. I would drop the subject except that I urge you to pay very close attention to his shallow, sex-crazed soliloquies. Once you do, I am in no doubt that you will see what the rest of us clearly can, that Shadeston argues that human rights can best be protected by suspending them altogether. This is an entertaining statement, perhaps, except that when taken at face value it presages a likely attempt by Shadeston to weaken our mental and moral fiber.


People sometimes ask me why I seem incapable of saying anything nice about Shadeston. I'd like to—really, I would. The problem is, I can't think of anything nice to say. I guess that's not surprising when you consider that Shadeston likes to talk about how he's morally obligated to create an atmosphere that may temporarily energize or exhilarate but which, at the same time, will pose the gravest of human threats. The words sound pretty until you read between the lines and see that Shadeston is secretly saying that he intends to exploit the public's short attention span in order to prime the pump of priggism. He is not the only one who needs to reassess his assumptions. Think about loopy, fractious insurrectionists. They too should realize that of all of his exaggerations and incorrect comparisons, one in particular stands out: "The kids on the playground are happy to surrender to the school bully." I don't know where he came up with this, but his statement is dead wrong.


What we have been imparting to Shadeston—or what he has been eliciting from us—is a half-submerged, barely intended logic, contaminated by wishes and tendencies we prefer not to acknowledge. His words defy common sense. I could write pages on the subject, but the following should suffice. Shadeston is a bitter liar. Let's list some of Shadeston's more temerarious lies: First, he claims that his statements are a breath of fresh air amid our modern culture's toxic cloud of chaos. Second, he insists that we can trust him not to see to it that all patriotic endeavors are directed down blind alleys where they end only in frustration and discouragement. And third, he wants us to believe that the few of us who complain regularly about his manifestos are simply spoiling the party. I presented that list to get you to see that it doesn't really matter why Shadeston wants to provide cover for a mean-spirited agenda. Whether it's due to a misplaced faith in alarmism, bribes paid to Shadeston by raving scroungers, or nagging from some of the stinking, pathological lummoxes in his plunderbund, the fact remains that that's what Shadeston wants. What I want, in contrast, is to notify you that many members of his posse believe that I'm some sort of cully who can be duped into believing that "the norm" shouldn't have to worry about how the exceptions feel. Even worse, almost all of his lapdogs believe that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. (One would think that the mammalian brain could do better than that, but apparently not.) My point is that it's sad how Shadeston has been lionizing uncivilized gits. The silver lining around this cloud is that when you're hurt by his rantings, you learn. You put things in perspective. You pull your energies together. You change. You go forward. You observe that Shadeston has been marginalizing dissident voices. If there were any semblance of decency left in his faction that ought to be an affront to it. Sadly, that's a big "if"; we all know that Shadeston exhibits an air of superiority. You realize, of course, that that's really just a defense mechanism to cover up his obvious inferiority.


Shadeston is the secret player behind the present, saturnine political scene. He must be brought out from behind the curtain before it's too late, before his myrmidons permit callow yahoos to rise to positions of leadership and authority. If Shadeston can't stand the heat, he should get out of the kitchen.


Shadeston does not appeal to most people as being the most endearing or public-minded of citizens. Maybe his image would improve somewhat if he stopped trying to flush all my hopes and dreams down the toilet. In light of what I just stated, it's hard to avoid the conclusion that I've heard him say that the rule of law should give way to the rule of brutality and bribery. Was that just a slip of the lip, or is Shadeston secretly trying to assuage the hungers of his votaries with servings of fresh scapegoats? The answer is rather depressing, but I'll tell you anyway. The answer begins with the observation that if Shadeston can't be reasoned out of his prejudices, he must be laughed out of them. If Shadeston can't be argued out of his selfishness, he must be shamed out of it. Why is he really so prodigal? Is it because I am galled that he's so intent on harming others or even instilling the fear of harm? Or because from the fog and mist of his ballyhoos rises the leering grimace of savagism? As you no doubt realize, that's a particularly timely question. In fact, just half an hour ago I heard someone express the opinion that it's Shadeston's deep-seated belief that all any child needs is a big dose of television every day. Sure, he might be able to justify conclusions like that—using biased or one-sided information, of course—but I prefer to know the whole story. In this case, the whole story is that I recently received quite a bit of flak from the local commentariat for reporting that Shadeston is a bacillus in the otiose gut of diabolism. The criticism I received is surprising because I was merely pointing out what is generally accepted, that one of the bewildering paradoxes of our time is the extent to which Shadeston is willing to rot out the foundations of our religious, moral, and political values, especially given that he himself would be affected by such actions. In closing, Shadeston sincerely dropped a clanger by admitting that his taradiddles are based on biased statistics and faulty logic, which, in turn, invalidate the conclusions Shadeston draws from them.

Posted by Ignorant Oct 03 2013 00:12 GMT
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protip i didn't make this

Ph1r3 App Inventor for Android's visual block language
*crag* i losed
Lord Crump
sonic was always cooler than mario; he did what nintendon't: blast processing

Posted by Ignorant Oct 01 2013 01:05 GMT
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hey man i have people living in my brain too and sometimes they just want to say somethin to someone dont judge

Posted by Ignorant Sep 07 2013 20:22 GMT
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Fallen Shade

This is incredible

Posted by Ignorant May 14 2013 19:19 GMT
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You have gained mastery of my anus. I applaude you.

Posted by Ignorant Apr 27 2013 02:47 GMT
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a miserable little pile of secrets