Sometimes funny people are also the most serious people, but they just hide it by being funny, so when they try to be serious everyone just laughs… I still can’t quite figure out if they laugh because it’s funny, or it’s funny because they laugh.
If someone corrects you’re grammar you can show them this post. Since grammar is a serious issue that we should not take lightly, and really, we should raise more awareness for, your apology is as follows:
“I cannot convey my ideas with such futile and devastatingly atrocious grammer as i have employed, and for that I am deeply; and truly sorry for what I have done. I have brought shame and misfortune upon my families name, and will be forced to carry the burden of a grammatical error with me for generations to come, as my grandchildren’s grandchildren shall still bear the scar of poor grammar as they’re lives will have been cast down by a fate not even in there power to alter, but one I have cursed them with with because of my grammatical carelessness which stems from the deepest sentiment, resonating with resonating with a resounding, ‘meh… whatever.'”
Pencil sharpeners are whores. And you’re the pimp. We all know this. Even since a young age we would have dozens of pencils and only one pencil sharpener. You stick in pencil after pencil, red, blue, orange, pink, number 2, hard lead, soft lead — some don’t quite fit, but you cram them in anyways — it doesn’t matter to you. All that matters is the pencils keep getting sharpened until they go out into the rough world of paper, get dull again, and need to come back. Pencils come and go, but you use that same poor sharpener until it too, dulls and can no longer function, and you get a new one. It has seen so many pencils, but can’t seem to remember any of them. It’s all such a blur. This lonely pencil just wants one connection that will last, that’s all it asks. It just wants to feel special. In a perfect world you would have one pencil sharpener for every pencil you use, but this isn’t a perfect world. You line up the next pencil sharpener and make sure it is tight and firmly mounted on the wall. You add a drop of oil to prevent squeaking, turn a blind eye, and start lining up pencils again.
Two friends were playing a game, and one kept losing. The losing one was not enjoying losing, and complained, “Why do you even play this game, it’s so trivial and pointless anyways?”
The winning friend retorted, “It’s all about skill and strategy. It looks simple but it’s actually really complex; you just have to be good at it.”
The losing friend shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just a game.”
They continued playing until the losing friend won a game and threw his arms up. “Yes, I’m finally winning!”
The other friend shrugged his shoulders, “It’s just a game.” And set up another round.
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