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This isn't real.
I'm eating a sandwich with two slices of bread and no filling.
Frank K
Within the chaos of existence resides an intricate order waiting to be deciphered... tapestry of meaning woven from the threads of our experiences and perceptions.
Mark R
It's like that split-second panic when you can't find your keys, only to realize they're in your pocket, but the search for them momentarily sends your world into a mini whirlwind of 'where did I put them?' It's these tiny, almost comical disruptions in our otherwise mundane routines.
Jennifer S
We're the choreographers of our decisions, yet the stage we perform on is sometimes shaped by unpredictable forces.
Alex H
The sky's fluttering spies are clandestine agents in a grand scheme to control our thoughts, but we can outwit their feathered machinations!
Emily M
Ye might find me, a daring pirate of the internet, makin' off with a car, not by pillaging ports, but by downloading it from the vast depths of cyberspace.
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When Steve Jobs came out with apps for the iPhone, it was a cynical ploy to take advantage of people who wouldn't know any better and make gobs of cash. It's not that it didn't work, it did. But there was an alternative. Even in 2007, there was nothing that you could deliver in an app that you could not deliver directly over the web. If Steve had pushed this paradigm of software, we might live in a world where software delivery was democratized. Anyone who remembers Newgrounds had a glimpse of that kind of world. It would have been a world that was easier for everyone - the people who create content and the people who consume it - but there is one thing it would not have done - it would not have served to enrich Apple. And so, we don't live in that world, Apple actively killed that world on purpose.
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I remember that one fateful day when Coach too me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on. - Jack Handy
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