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raving: I'm Raving in the Cave to this music
raving: I'm Raving in the Cave to this music

I'm Raving in the Cave to this music

raving: Raving lunatic commenting on a movie
raving: Raving lunatic commenting on a movie

Raving lunatic commenting on a movie

raving: When I was a kid, and heard “Critics are raving” during movie previews, I thought it meant they were literally at a rave because the movie pumped them up so much
raving: When I was a kid, and heard “Critics are raving” during movie previews, I thought it meant they were literally at a rave because the movie pumped them up so much

When I was a kid, and heard “Critics are raving” during movie previews, I thought it meant they were literally at a rave because the movi...

raving: Raving home alone can be fun to :D Cheers!
raving: Raving home alone can be fun to :D Cheers!

Raving home alone can be fun to :D Cheers!

raving: Apparently they sell these fashionable face masks for raving now?
raving: Apparently they sell these fashionable face masks for raving now?

Apparently they sell these fashionable face masks for raving now?

raving: I no joke got diamonds after cancelling the heist after getting cash. I’m actually raving rn
raving: I no joke got diamonds after cancelling the heist after getting cash. I’m actually raving rn

I no joke got diamonds after cancelling the heist after getting cash. I’m actually raving rn

raving: I know you're all still raving about 19, but I can't wait for the next one to drop later this year.
raving: I know you're all still raving about 19, but I can't wait for the next one to drop later this year.

I know you're all still raving about 19, but I can't wait for the next one to drop later this year.

raving: My brother and me whenever our orchestra director starts raving about how awesome another player is:
raving: My brother and me whenever our orchestra director starts raving about how awesome another player is:

My brother and me whenever our orchestra director starts raving about how awesome another player is:

raving: Y'all be raving over 360hz monitors while I have the far superior 1hz monitor
raving: Y'all be raving over 360hz monitors while I have the far superior 1hz monitor

Y'all be raving over 360hz monitors while I have the far superior 1hz monitor

raving: /AconaraCat EXTREMELY GAY RAVING SOUNDS I thought I was the only girl in my dorm until one of my dorm mates came out as trans!!! aaaaaaa!!
raving: /AconaraCat
 EXTREMELY
 GAY RAVING SOUNDS
I thought I was the only girl in my dorm until one of my dorm mates came out as trans!!! aaaaaaa!!

I thought I was the only girl in my dorm until one of my dorm mates came out as trans!!! aaaaaaa!!

raving: me and the girls raving
raving: me and the girls raving

me and the girls raving

raving: Crab raving one last time before the end of the decade...
raving: Crab raving one last time before the end of the decade...

Crab raving one last time before the end of the decade...

raving: 000-412 Raving Rabbids easter egg in Assassin's Creed Odyssey.
raving: 000-412
Raving Rabbids easter egg in Assassin's Creed Odyssey.

Raving Rabbids easter egg in Assassin's Creed Odyssey.

raving: When you take this test every ones been raving about.
raving: When you take this test every ones been raving about.

When you take this test every ones been raving about.

raving: r's Den : BA BA BA BAAA.. RAVING This Easter will be an Easter to remember Everything from sea to sea must and will be rabbitfied or bunny fied Replace every ahimal with a rabbit, replace the people with larger rabbits and even replace buildings and cars with extremely large rabbits Everything will be composed of rabbits, even coffee mugs and ovens Water itseif will just be microscopic rabbits moving together in the form of a liquid even though they are a solid are Putting aside the craziness, Easter is a time to remember one of the most special days of the year. On this day ten thousand years ago the fire nation attacked! Our ancestors came down from the heavens in giant mechanized rabbits to colonize a new planet. This planet however was actually already home to a race of giant monsters. Our ancestors battled these monsters for dominance of this planet. These monsters would later evolve into what we call today, Leprechauns. Elves. Ogres and their most vile leader, Cupid. He gains his power though love and sunshine!!!1 THE MONSTER Jean-Francois (Pronounced Jan-Furansowa) is amazing, he's a blue cabbit which is a great idea for hybridization If you have no idea what I'm talking about, look it up, you people have laptops. While on the topic of things to look up there was a misspelling in the last Racine rants. When 1 was talking about a rabbit who had a glowing foot and who was dating an opossum, I was not talking about myself but referencing a character from a ut ate e comic I like Enough of the Matter Now its time to remember all the great rabbits that have served our nation and brought us to this point, Bugs Bunny, Roger Rabbit. Anais Watterson (Amazing World of Gumball), Babs Bunny (Tiny Toons), Boingo (Hoodwink), Buster Baxter (Author), Buster Bunny (Tiny Toons), E. Aster Bunnymund (Rise of the Guardians). Hare-ham (Monster Ranchers), Mr. Herriman (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends), Jumpy Ghostface (Hero 108), Lexi Bunny (Loonitics Unleashed), Lola Bunny, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit (Mickey Mouse), Rabbit (Skunk Fu), Rancid Rabbit (Cat Dog), Richard Watterson (AWG), Thumper (Bambi), Mr. Whiskers (Brandy and Mr. Whiskers). Yin and Yang (Ying Yang Yo), Yoyo, Bunnie Rabbot (Sonic the Hedgehog), Captain Carrot (DC). Hoppy the Marvel Bunny(Shazam), Kevin Dewclaw (Kevin and Kell), Max (Sam & Max), Mokona Modoki, Harvey (Harvey), March Hare (Alice in Wonderland), Are You Still Reading This, Peter Rabbit, Rabbit (Winnie the Pooh), White Rabbit (Alice in Wonderland), Raving Rabbits, Bonnie Bunny, Springtrap "Animatronics", Cream & Vanilla (Sonic), Lopmon (Digimon), Peppy (StarFox), Trix, Energizer, Nesquik, Ryo- Ohki "actually a cabbit" (Tenchi), Bunery (Pokemon), Black Rabbit (PCFAW), Jackalope, and The Easter Bunny Thanks to modern day science and also a little bit of magic/alchemy the greatest of all food inventions: THE HARD BOILED EGG. The reason we color these eggs is to hide the fact that we are eating the Giant Chicken Deity's young, If the giant chicken deity finds out it will hateh out of the moon and will spread war and destruction across the face of the earth Remember to color those eggs children!! Also don't forget to leave plenty of candy and corn juice near your chimney or else the Easte Beagle will leave a rotten egg in your stocking,, but that's a storry for another day May everyone have a happy Easter, unless Easter already happened, then happy previous and future Easters Iorana*!!! Rapa Nui for hello, good morning and goodbye. have ourselves this was published in my high school's newspaper circa 2013
raving: r's Den
 : BA BA BA BAAA..
 RAVING
 This Easter will be an Easter to remember Everything from sea to sea must and will be
 rabbitfied or bunny fied Replace every ahimal with a rabbit, replace the people with
 larger rabbits and even replace buildings and cars with extremely large rabbits
 Everything will be composed of rabbits, even coffee mugs and ovens Water itseif will
 just be microscopic rabbits moving together in the form of a liquid even though they are a
 solid
 are
 Putting aside the craziness, Easter is a time to remember one of the most special days
 of the year. On this day ten thousand years ago the fire nation attacked! Our ancestors
 came down from the heavens in giant mechanized rabbits to colonize a new planet. This
 planet however was actually already home to a race of giant monsters. Our ancestors
 battled these monsters for dominance of this planet. These monsters would later evolve
 into what we call today, Leprechauns. Elves. Ogres and their most vile leader, Cupid. He
 gains his power though love and sunshine!!!1 THE MONSTER
 Jean-Francois (Pronounced Jan-Furansowa) is amazing, he's a blue cabbit which is a
 great idea for hybridization If you have no idea what I'm talking about, look it up, you
 people have laptops. While on the topic of things to look up there was a misspelling in
 the last Racine rants. When 1 was talking about a rabbit who had a glowing foot and who
 was dating an opossum, I was not talking about myself but referencing a character from a
 ut
 ate
 e
 comic I like Enough of the Matter
 Now its time to remember all the great rabbits that have served our nation and brought
 us to this point, Bugs Bunny, Roger Rabbit. Anais Watterson (Amazing World of
 Gumball), Babs Bunny (Tiny Toons), Boingo (Hoodwink), Buster Baxter (Author),
 Buster Bunny (Tiny Toons), E. Aster Bunnymund (Rise of the Guardians). Hare-ham
 (Monster Ranchers), Mr. Herriman (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends), Jumpy
 Ghostface (Hero 108), Lexi Bunny (Loonitics Unleashed), Lola Bunny, Oswald the
 Lucky Rabbit (Mickey Mouse), Rabbit (Skunk Fu), Rancid Rabbit (Cat Dog), Richard
 Watterson (AWG), Thumper (Bambi), Mr. Whiskers (Brandy and Mr. Whiskers). Yin and
 Yang (Ying Yang Yo), Yoyo, Bunnie Rabbot (Sonic the Hedgehog), Captain Carrot (DC).
 Hoppy the Marvel Bunny(Shazam), Kevin Dewclaw (Kevin and Kell), Max (Sam &
 Max), Mokona Modoki, Harvey (Harvey), March Hare (Alice in Wonderland), Are You
 Still Reading This, Peter Rabbit, Rabbit (Winnie the Pooh), White Rabbit (Alice in
 Wonderland), Raving Rabbits, Bonnie Bunny, Springtrap "Animatronics", Cream &
 Vanilla (Sonic), Lopmon (Digimon), Peppy (StarFox), Trix, Energizer, Nesquik, Ryo-
 Ohki "actually a cabbit" (Tenchi), Bunery (Pokemon), Black Rabbit (PCFAW),
 Jackalope, and The Easter Bunny
 Thanks to modern day science and also a little bit of magic/alchemy
 the greatest of all food inventions: THE HARD BOILED EGG. The reason we color
 these eggs is to hide the fact that we are eating the Giant Chicken Deity's young, If the
 giant chicken deity finds out it will hateh out of the moon and will spread war and
 destruction across the face of the earth Remember to color those eggs children!! Also
 don't forget to leave plenty of candy and corn juice near your chimney or else the Easte
 Beagle will leave a rotten egg in your stocking,, but that's a storry for another day
 May everyone have a happy Easter, unless Easter already happened, then happy
 previous and future Easters
 Iorana*!!!
 Rapa Nui for hello, good morning and goodbye.
 have ourselves
this was published in my high school's newspaper circa 2013

this was published in my high school's newspaper circa 2013

raving: "How to start a computer?" Stackoverflow: go hug a moose. MOOSE! I love-d you moose! Hey, I'm back again! Yea...*waits for applause* okay! Now I want all you loyal fan...*cricket chirps to go to the link to see what I'm like. I took a whole bunch of personality quizzes and posted them there. I'm an evil villain, kitty and a freakazoid so far. And I only took the quiz once, too. Spooky how accurate they are...anyway, I command you to go! I'm going. I'm back. I'm gonna start counting how many times I say back. Let's see: 1.. 23..4...5! Wow. I must really be desperate for something to do. I now officially have proof that someone has been here! It was one of my friends. Apparently this page really is getting long, because my friend said something to that effect. Maybe. Anyway, moving on! I'm just basically typing nothing. Just like all those reports people have to do. You know? With a specific number of words. They start out with half that number, and then just fll in words until they have the right amount. I salute those people. You're great tradition is being carried out here, on the second most pointless site ever! Well. Maybe eventually some weird, bored person will wander onto my site on accident and be mildly entertained be my site until they wander onto a live video feed of a coffee maker. Or maybe not. I only know that I'm entertaining me, which was my original goal. So. I've done what I've set out to accomplish. Yea, me! I'm so special. You see, most people, they don't like reading or writing. So if you're not most people, you've made it down this far without skipping, skimming or getting the spark notes version. (Which I think does not exist) My point is, if you've bothered to read this, then, (like me) you probley have also read the ketchup bottle so many times that you have it down verbatim. Look verbatim up. It's a word. But, you should know that, since you like reading. Or maybe you're just skimming. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with reading food labels. You might be asked a question about them on a quiz show. And now, for the million-dollar question: How many calories are there in a single serving of Mustard? I can just see it now...It could be called Know-Your-Food. Or You are What you Eat. Itd probley be as popular as those game shows that no one's ever heard of Speaking of food, what's up with pie? There's strawberry pie, apple, pumpkin and so many others, but there is no grape pie! I know. I'm just as upset about this unfortunate lack of development in the pie division. Think about it. Grapes are used to make jelly, jam, juice and raisins. What makes them undes irable for pie? Would they dry into raisins? Couldn't you just stick some jelly in a piecrust and bake it? It just doesn't make any sense. Another thing that bothers me is organ grinders. You know, the foreign guys with the bellhop hats and the little music thingy and the cute little monkey with the bellhop hat who collects the money? Okay. They're basically begging on the street. How did they ever afford an organ-thingy? Wouldn't it make more sense to get a kazoo, if you're broke? And if they're so poor, what possessed them to buy a monkey? I mean, I don't think I could afford a monkey, and I'm not exactly on the streets. Obviously I at least have a computer...so, back to the organ grinders. I would have sold the monkey and the organ and been able to eat for at least a year. Or, if I was weirder than I am, I could at least kill the monkey with the organ and eat it. Why on earth did they keep the monkey? It must have cost a fortune to feed...not to mention the mess. That's just one of those many facts of life that are better left mysteries. Especially since no one but me would ask the question. I better go. I think I hear a monkey...Okay...now I'm back. That's the sixth time I've said back! I realize that this longest text ever must be very boring and not worth anyone's time. But I'd like to take this time to thank the 2 and 1/2 people in the entire universe who have bothered to read this entire thing. I'm not exactly sure who they are, but: thanks! Right now, my spacebar is |malfunctioning that's not good I have to press it two or three times just to insert a freaking space. Maybe the evil little faeries with the sharp little teeth have put their evil faerie dust on my computer. Or maybe not. This is too frustrating. Goodbye for now.. Now I'm back. And still frustrated. But for a different reason. Today I had the misfortune of playing a Treasure Planet game on neopets.com It was terrible. Apparently the point of the game was to get your character to shout "Whoo-Hoo!" as many times as possible before you splattered your brains on the rocks, all the while listening to a soundtrack that is similar to a dying ceiling fan. Of course, when I started out I accidentally hit the rocks approximately three million times. Halfway though I used my four remaining brain-cells to decide that the game was dumb. So my goal changed from surviving to laughing evilly while my character died. So the game naturally did everything it could to preserve my life. The stupid game is still going on and I refuse to quit because I want my points. My character is actually dodging the stupid rocks better now then when I controlled him. I hate irony. Seeya. Okay. Now I'm back again. Today I added an update page, which is basically a less chaotic, outlined version of this without all the ranting. It's more like techno talk about arrays and how much I suck and whether or not the Braves will win this year. Okay, the whole braves thing is made up. But everything else I've said so far is true. I think. Maybe I should start on a boring disclaimer.. Eh-hem. All contents of this site were designed for entertainment purposes only. Any use thereof that is not stated in the above mentioned statement would make the author, hereby referred to as Patron Saint of Paper Clips, very angry. Should you violate the purpose of this site: ie. become not entertained, the Patron Saint of Paper Clips will be forced to take drastic measures. This is specified in Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook. Ooo00...that's a great idea! I'm gonna start quoting from the Flaming Chicken Handbook! Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook states that the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (that's me) is allowed to cause vague, pain like sensations while the offending person (or alien life form, dog, etc.) isn't paying attention. Now I have a purpose in life! To make up quotes from the non-existent Flaming Chicken Handbook, which I'm sure you have a copy of. No? Too bad. It's in the mail, I promise! Now I must take my leave...and remember. Cheese is watching. Okay...I'm back...I think that eventually half of this thing will consist of the word back over and over again...that's just weird. Which fits the motif of the rest of the site. There's even a money back guarantee. Isn't that nice? See? Now no one can ever say that I don't take care of my viewers. Especially since I don't have viewers. I have readers. Wait...I really don't even know if anyone bothers to read this. Even if I put it in a less chaotic, more user-friendly format people would still ignore this because it involves: reading. Yes. Sad to admit, but the majority of people would rather read the summary at the back of a book rather than the whole book itself. What has the world come to? It's pathetic. Especially since I'm bothering to write all this. It's not fair! Why can't I have more readers?! All the other internet writers have nothing on me, except they're better at advertising, having a central theme/plot and basically more talented. Whereas I'm more into the whole ranting and raving stage right now. Plus, I am horrible found at that yet another one of my friends is reading this. Creepy. Just how much time do they have on their hands. Perhaps their just trying to be nice. I can just see it now...an organization devoted not to feeding the hungry, or peace, or love or whatever, but to giving recognition to all those poor, pathetic, unpopular websites. I wonder what it's name would be. Don't Ignore Sites? Would it be called DIS? Isn't that like a slang term for an insult? Would that be considered poetic justice, or just a nice coincidence? And why do I even care? I'll tell you why. Because I have nothing else to do right now. I could be playing neopets, but ever since my bad experience with Treasure Planet, I don't feel like it. Oh, by the way, I noticed that whenever I use spell-check, my stupid computer turns the word probley into to word problem. To prevent this, I did nothing. So, it is now up to you, the imaginary reader, to decide whether I mean probley or problem...it's almost like a game! But without the bad sound track. And I promise not to force you to live when you would rather die. Moving on, I have nothing else to say, but don't feel like quitting just yet. I'm like the little engine that could. Or maybe the Energizer Bunny. I just keep going, and going and going. Or I could be like that annoying guy on T.V. who keeps asking if you can hear him. If my site manages to last a decade, my readers *snicker* will probley wonder what I'm talking about. My answer is simple. It doesn't matter. I'm just rambling. Which means that it doesn't matter ifyou understand anything I say. Doesn't that make you feel better? I bet it does. Wow. Look how long this has gotten. I even impress myself. Who would have thought I have this much free time? And I congratulate any reader who has gotten this far. Ooooooo! You must check out the fortunes section of the random stuff page! Ive just gotten an idea for some more, original, fortunes...I gotta go!(may the moose be with you) And now I am back. I swear. If il fill out the fake tab form I'm gonna have to put back as my favorite word.. .I already have filled it out, though. Would it be cheating to fill it out again? Only if I had multiple personalities. Or would it be cheating if I didn't have multiple personalities? The world may never know. Just like how many licks it takes to get to the bottom of a tootsie pop. Would it vary? The number of licks, I mean. Someone could have super-dis olving spit, or watery-spit. Or what if you took big ol' slobbery licks? Does the commercial take that into account? No. It doesn't. And let me tell you, it's an outrage. It deludes all of American's sweet, innocent, candy-loving children into thinking that a cartoon owl is smarter than they are! "Mr. Owl, can you tell us how many licks does it take to get to the bottom of a tootsie pop?" Or whatever. And "Mr. Owl" replies "One...Twoo...Three! Chomp" And he bites it. That teaches our youth that it's okay to agree to help someone, and then ruin their experiment. Well...it's not. I am going to start a protest group. Teens Against Cartoon Owls. We could call ourselves TACO! I love the little tacos, I love them good! That is a direct quote from GIR, co-star and comic-relief on INVADER ZIM. Hmmmm...intersting. I put hyphens in both of his titles..it must be a conspiracy! I gotta go. Those TACO buttons don't make themselves, you know. I'm back again. And not so cheesed off about the whole tootsie roll pop thing. Right now, I have another twenty minutes on the Internet before I'm gonna watch T.V. And I can't think of anything else to do. So, predictably, here I am. It's not like I have anything better to do. Obviously. you know this. After all, look how long this text is. I wonder if I've made the world record? If I did, would I stop this? Why bother asking? I'll wil: |most likely still be adding to this on my death bed. Hmmmmm.. has any old, senile person ever written anything? Was it coherent? Did it make more sense that this text? Is it possible to make less sense? Am I enjoying asking retorical questions? Yes. Yes, I am. But I seriously wonder what |something written by a senile person would be like. I've heard of poems and stuff written by people who were high, insane or paranoid. But never senile. Can a senile person write? Aren't they regressed to a child-like state? Does it even matter? Is anyone even reading this? Did I resume asking retorical questions? Do you care? Is this eating up time? I feel like I'm playing questions only on whose line is it anway. I probley should have capitalized something, or underlined but I'm feeling lazy.. hey, you try to keep your two and a half readers happy! It's really stressfull. Someday, I'm gonna snap and just delete this entire thing. Gee, I hope not! I worked sorta hard on this. It's great for making random topics weave together to form an overall infrastructure of chaos. That made little sense. That's why it's here, and not some critically acclaimed site. Oooooo0000000! I'm gonna |quote from the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK again! Yep! I bet you were just breathless in anticipation. Okay. Here goes. Code: 472 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that this site in no way aknowledges the existance of other, better sites (hereon reffered to as the Losers) The Losers are a myth. The Patron Saint of Paper Clips (me again!) claims no knowledge as to where that particullary nasty rumor started, but confirms that this is the best site ever. It would be a sin against humanity for a better site to exist. Should you refuse to aknowledge the Patron Saint of Paper Clips as the ruler of the Internet, you will be subjected to punishment as stated in Code 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook (ie. Experience vague, pain-like sensations when you're not paying attention) This has been a public service announcement. This is a test, I repeat only a test. Had this been an actual emergency, we would have bought up all the can openers and charged 3 cows and a pig for each one. I repeat, lock all you doors and windows, this is it. I repeat, there is nothing to worry about. Everything is fine. The end is not here. I'm going, you're on you're own! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! !!!! I'm back! *smiles brightly* And apparantly delusional! Anyway, I just finished rereading my longest text ever. And I became inspired to talk about nothing. You see, I periodically read the longest text ever to check the constant downward spiral of my sanity. Hmmm I seem to be entertaining myself though, even while reading what I wrote. Which is why I still go to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website. Because I am easily amused and have lots and lots of time on my hands. Maybe, some day far in the future (like next Thursday) I'll print a copy of this insane text. And then go door to door distributing it. Eventually, this would become a monthly tradition. Whole families would gather around their front door, in breathless anticipation while they attempted to barracade me out. I can just see the whole community rising to thwart my attempts to spread love, joy and insane chaos. I probley wouldn't actually print this out (think how much paper it would take!) but if I do, only friends and enemies will receive copies. Hmmmm..maybe my condition is worsening, Or not. I'm still peeved about the spelling. Which is bad. Thank the powers that be for ell-check. The single greatest invention of the computer gods. I'm getting so I think I'm done for the day. May your day shiney! I'm back again! And I feel weird! I Stackoverflow in a nutshell
raving: "How to start a computer?"
 Stackoverflow:
 go hug a moose. MOOSE! I love-d you moose! Hey, I'm back again! Yea...*waits for applause* okay! Now I want all you loyal fan...*cricket chirps to go to the link to see what I'm like. I took a whole bunch of personality quizzes and posted them there. I'm an evil villain, kitty and a
 freakazoid so far. And I only took the quiz once, too. Spooky how accurate they are...anyway, I command you to go! I'm going. I'm back. I'm gonna start counting how many times I say back. Let's see: 1.. 23..4...5! Wow. I must really be desperate for something to do. I now officially have
 proof that someone has been here! It was one of my friends. Apparently this page really is getting long, because my friend said something to that effect. Maybe. Anyway, moving on! I'm just basically typing nothing. Just like all those reports people have to do. You know? With a specific
 number of words. They start out with half that number, and then just fll in words until they have the right amount. I salute those people. You're great tradition is being carried out here, on the second most pointless site ever! Well. Maybe eventually some weird, bored person will wander onto
 my site on accident and be mildly entertained be my site until they wander onto a live video feed of a coffee maker. Or maybe not. I only know that I'm entertaining me, which was my original goal. So. I've done what I've set out to accomplish. Yea, me! I'm so special. You see, most people,
 they don't like reading or writing. So if you're not most people, you've made it down this far without skipping, skimming or getting the spark notes version. (Which I think does not exist) My point is, if you've bothered to read this, then, (like me) you probley have also read the ketchup bottle so
 many times that you have it down verbatim. Look verbatim up. It's a word. But, you should know that, since you like reading. Or maybe you're just skimming. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with reading food labels. You might be asked a question about them on a quiz show. And now, for the
 million-dollar question: How many calories are there in a single serving of Mustard? I can just see it now...It could be called Know-Your-Food. Or You are What you Eat. Itd probley be as popular as those game shows that no one's ever heard of Speaking of food, what's up with pie? There's
 strawberry pie, apple, pumpkin and so many others, but there is no grape pie! I know. I'm just as upset about this unfortunate lack of development in the pie division. Think about it. Grapes are used to make jelly, jam, juice and raisins. What makes them undes irable for pie? Would they dry into
 raisins? Couldn't you just stick some jelly in a piecrust and bake it? It just doesn't make any sense. Another thing that bothers me is organ grinders. You know, the foreign guys with the bellhop hats and the little music thingy and the cute little monkey with the bellhop hat who collects the
 money? Okay. They're basically begging on the street. How did they ever afford an organ-thingy? Wouldn't it make more sense to get a kazoo, if you're broke? And if they're so poor, what possessed them to buy a monkey? I mean, I don't think I could afford a monkey, and I'm not exactly on
 the streets. Obviously I at least have a computer...so, back to the organ grinders. I would have sold the monkey and the organ and been able to eat for at least a year. Or, if I was weirder than I am, I could at least kill the monkey with the organ and eat it. Why on earth did they keep the monkey?
 It must have cost a fortune to feed...not to mention the mess. That's just one of those many facts of life that are better left mysteries. Especially since no one but me would ask the question. I better go. I think I hear a monkey...Okay...now I'm back. That's the sixth time I've said back! I realize
 that this longest text ever must be very boring and not worth anyone's time. But I'd like to take this time to thank the 2 and 1/2 people in the entire universe who have bothered to read this entire thing. I'm not exactly sure who they are, but: thanks! Right now, my spacebar is
 |malfunctioning that's not good I have to press it two or three times just to insert a freaking space. Maybe the evil little faeries with the sharp little teeth have put their evil faerie dust on my computer. Or maybe not. This is too frustrating. Goodbye for now.. Now I'm back. And still frustrated.
 But for a different reason. Today I had the misfortune of playing a Treasure Planet game on neopets.com It was terrible. Apparently the point of the game was to get your character to shout "Whoo-Hoo!" as many times as possible before you splattered your brains on the rocks, all the while
 listening to a soundtrack that is similar to a dying ceiling fan. Of course, when I started out I accidentally hit the rocks approximately three million times. Halfway though I used my four remaining brain-cells to decide that the game was dumb. So my goal changed from surviving to laughing
 evilly while my character died. So the game naturally did everything it could to preserve my life. The stupid game is still going on and I refuse to quit because I want my points. My character is actually dodging the stupid rocks better now then when I controlled him. I hate irony. Seeya. Okay.
 Now I'm back again. Today I added an update page, which is basically a less chaotic, outlined version of this without all the ranting. It's more like techno talk about arrays and how much I suck and whether or not the Braves will win this year. Okay, the whole braves thing is made up. But
 everything else I've said so far is true. I think. Maybe I should start on a boring disclaimer.. Eh-hem. All contents of this site were designed for entertainment purposes only. Any use thereof that is not stated in the above mentioned statement would make the author, hereby referred to as Patron
 Saint of Paper Clips, very angry. Should you violate the purpose of this site: ie. become not entertained, the Patron Saint of Paper Clips will be forced to take drastic measures. This is specified in Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook. Ooo00...that's a great idea! I'm gonna start quoting
 from the Flaming Chicken Handbook! Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook states that the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (that's me) is allowed to cause vague, pain like sensations while the offending person (or alien life form, dog, etc.) isn't paying attention. Now I have a purpose in life!
 To make up quotes from the non-existent Flaming Chicken Handbook, which I'm sure you have a copy of. No? Too bad. It's in the mail, I promise! Now I must take my leave...and remember. Cheese is watching. Okay...I'm back...I think that eventually half of this thing will consist of the word
 back over and over again...that's just weird. Which fits the motif of the rest of the site. There's even a money back guarantee. Isn't that nice? See? Now no one can ever say that I don't take care of my viewers. Especially since I don't have viewers. I have readers. Wait...I really don't even know
 if anyone bothers to read this. Even if I put it in a less chaotic, more user-friendly format people would still ignore this because it involves: reading. Yes. Sad to admit, but the majority of people would rather read the summary at the back of a book rather than the whole book itself. What has the
 world come to? It's pathetic. Especially since I'm bothering to write all this. It's not fair! Why can't I have more readers?! All the other internet writers have nothing on me, except they're better at advertising, having a central theme/plot and basically more talented. Whereas I'm more into the
 whole ranting and raving stage right now. Plus, I am horrible
 found at that yet another one of my friends is reading this. Creepy. Just how much time do they have on their hands. Perhaps their just trying to be nice. I can just see it now...an organization devoted not to feeding the hungry, or peace, or love or whatever, but to giving recognition to all those
 poor, pathetic, unpopular websites. I wonder what it's name would be. Don't Ignore Sites? Would it be called DIS? Isn't that like a slang term for an insult? Would that be considered poetic justice, or just a nice coincidence? And why do I even care? I'll tell you why. Because I have nothing else
 to do right now. I could be playing neopets, but ever since my bad experience with Treasure Planet, I don't feel like it. Oh, by the way, I noticed that whenever I use spell-check, my stupid computer turns the word probley into to word problem. To prevent this, I did nothing. So, it is now up to
 you, the imaginary reader, to decide whether I mean probley or problem...it's almost like a game! But without the bad sound track. And I promise not to force you to live when you would rather die. Moving on, I have nothing else to say, but don't feel like quitting just yet. I'm like the little
 engine that could. Or maybe the Energizer Bunny. I just keep going, and going and going. Or I could be like that annoying guy on T.V. who keeps asking if you can hear him. If my site manages to last a decade, my readers *snicker* will probley wonder what I'm talking about. My answer is
 simple. It doesn't matter. I'm just rambling. Which means that it doesn't matter ifyou understand anything I say. Doesn't that make you feel better? I bet it does. Wow. Look how long this has gotten. I even impress myself. Who would have thought I have this much free time? And I congratulate
 any reader who has gotten this far. Ooooooo! You must check out the fortunes section of the random stuff page! Ive just gotten an idea for some more, original, fortunes...I gotta go!(may the moose be with you) And now I am back. I swear. If il fill out the fake tab form I'm gonna have to put
 back as my favorite word.. .I already have filled it out, though. Would it be cheating to fill it out again? Only if I had multiple personalities. Or would it be cheating if I didn't have multiple personalities? The world may never know. Just like how many licks it takes to get to the bottom of a
 tootsie pop. Would it vary? The number of licks, I mean. Someone could have super-dis olving spit, or watery-spit. Or what if you took big ol' slobbery licks? Does the commercial take that into account? No. It doesn't. And let me tell you, it's an outrage. It deludes all of American's sweet,
 innocent, candy-loving children into thinking that a cartoon owl is smarter than they are! "Mr. Owl, can you tell us how many licks does it take to get to the bottom of a tootsie pop?" Or whatever. And "Mr. Owl" replies "One...Twoo...Three! Chomp" And he bites it. That teaches our youth that
 it's okay to agree to help someone, and then ruin their experiment. Well...it's not. I am going to start a protest group. Teens Against Cartoon Owls. We could call ourselves TACO! I love the little tacos, I love them good! That is a direct quote from GIR, co-star and comic-relief on INVADER
 ZIM. Hmmmm...intersting. I put hyphens in both of his titles..it must be a conspiracy! I gotta go. Those TACO buttons don't make themselves, you know. I'm back again. And not so cheesed off about the whole tootsie roll pop thing. Right now, I have another twenty minutes on the Internet
 before I'm gonna watch T.V. And I can't think of anything else to do. So, predictably, here I am. It's not like I have anything better to do. Obviously. you know this. After all, look how long this text is. I wonder if I've made the world record? If I did, would I stop this? Why bother asking? I'll wil:
 |most likely still be adding to this on my death bed. Hmmmmm.. has any old, senile person ever written anything? Was it coherent? Did it make more sense that this text? Is it possible to make less sense? Am I enjoying asking retorical questions? Yes. Yes, I am. But I seriously wonder what
 |something written by a senile person would be like. I've heard of poems and stuff written by people who were high, insane or paranoid. But never senile. Can a senile person write? Aren't they regressed to a child-like state? Does it even matter? Is anyone even reading this? Did I resume asking
 retorical questions? Do you care? Is this eating up time? I feel like I'm playing questions only on whose line is it anway. I probley should have capitalized something, or underlined but I'm feeling lazy.. hey, you try to keep your two and a half readers happy! It's really stressfull. Someday, I'm
 gonna snap and just delete this entire thing. Gee, I hope not! I worked sorta hard on this. It's great for making random topics weave together to form an overall infrastructure of chaos. That made little sense. That's why it's here, and not some critically acclaimed site. Oooooo0000000! I'm gonna
 |quote from the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK again! Yep! I bet you were just breathless in anticipation. Okay. Here goes. Code: 472 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that this site in no way aknowledges the existance of other, better sites (hereon reffered to as the Losers) The
 Losers are a myth. The Patron Saint of Paper Clips (me again!) claims no knowledge as to where that particullary nasty rumor started, but confirms that this is the best site ever. It would be a sin against humanity for a better site to exist. Should you refuse to aknowledge the Patron Saint of
 Paper Clips as the ruler of the Internet, you will be subjected to punishment as stated in Code 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook (ie. Experience vague, pain-like sensations when you're not paying attention) This has been a public service announcement. This is a test, I repeat only a test.
 Had this been an actual emergency, we would have bought up all the can openers and charged 3 cows and a pig for each one. I repeat, lock all you doors and windows, this is it. I repeat, there is nothing to worry about. Everything is fine. The end is not here. I'm going, you're on you're own!
 Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! !!!! I'm back! *smiles brightly* And apparantly delusional! Anyway, I just finished rereading my longest text ever. And I became inspired to talk about nothing. You see, I periodically read the longest text ever to check the constant downward spiral of my sanity.
 Hmmm I seem to be entertaining myself though, even while reading what I wrote. Which is why I still go to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website. Because I am easily amused and have lots and lots of time on my hands. Maybe, some day far in the future (like next
 Thursday) I'll print a copy of this insane text. And then go door to door distributing it. Eventually, this would become a monthly tradition. Whole families would gather around their front door, in breathless anticipation while they attempted to barracade me out. I can just see the whole
 community rising to thwart my attempts to spread love, joy and insane chaos. I probley wouldn't actually print this out (think how much paper it would take!) but if I do, only friends and enemies will receive copies. Hmmmm..maybe my condition is worsening, Or not. I'm still peeved about the
 spelling. Which is bad. Thank the powers that be for
 ell-check. The single greatest invention of the computer gods. I'm getting
 so I think I'm done for the day. May your day
 shiney! I'm back again! And I feel weird! I
Stackoverflow in a nutshell

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raving: My friend’s reaction to me raving about Jojo
raving: My friend’s reaction to me raving about Jojo

My friend’s reaction to me raving about Jojo