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I brushed my teef SUPER hard! The dentist couldn't have done a better job! After furiously swishing the brush around in my mouth and scraping off every last germ I could that had set up camp on my teef, I drowned those that remained in acidic mouthwash before proceeding to floss. Extensively. There was neither a nook nor cranny that went un-flossed. After that was all taken care of, I proceeded to take yet ANOTHER rinse of the stinging mouthwash, before finally rinsing it all out with regular water. Colgate was all tuckered out afterward. So tell moi, how do YOU brushy-brushy? Do you swish the brush in circles? What kind of toothpaste do you use? Do you even USE toothpaste? Are you one of them fancy-dandies with one of them ELECTRO-brushes? Also, how often do you brush? Twice a day? THRICE A DAY? Before meals? After meals? DURING MEALS? Expound!
-The Robot- The robot rides the helicopter around a vegetarian optic. The constructive peasant stops the cobbler. The paranoid mends after the chalk. An outside room relays our unbiased horse. Robot scratches underneath the winter. Robot gins a district vowel above a shoe. How will the accountant cycle the held hate? Robot helps the vowel. Can Ponyville recall the plate? Robot quizes whatever alias beside the irrespective disorder. Robot decides. Another conundrum.
-Ya rubes- Ya rubes The candy floss was toasty as a shish kebab I thought I was gonna die But The janitor was berry friendly Berry friendly Like the Italian peninsula Pirate supremacy From another dimension The land of mushrooms I really must get back My darling duck and three pigs need me Come on down, captain But first Look to one, then to the other. Pity the foal. Those wardrobe buggers Don't let them get your retinals I'll be in my lab Doing parkour Ya rubes
Ya rubes. In 'A New Hope', the dastardly rogue Han Solo bragged aboot his ship, the Millennium Falcon, making the Kessel run in 'less than twelve parsecs'. What is a parsec? A parsec is an astronomical unit of length, simply put. The fact that it is a measure of distance and not time has lead many nerds to believe that it was simply an error in the writing. Ya rubes. See, the planet of Kessel is on the far side of a black hole cluster known as "The Maw" (See above image). Most space-goers prefer to give the Maw some distance lest they get sucked in. Now see, the closer you get to a black hole cluster, the less distance you travel and the faster you get there. Or not at all, depending on one's point of reference, or if you get too close and end up getting all your mass compacted. So you see? Solo was insinuating that he once traveled so close to the Maw as to cut the standard 18-parsec distance down to twelve. Han had it right. Ya rubes.
First step: Take out our communications. Anonymous College Campus - Tuesday, 1900 hours: The campus servers were attacked by a swarm of woodpeckers who successfully toppled the tower containing the wiring for campus-wide communications. For the next two days all forms of communications leading into or out of the facility were disabled. By the time authorities arrived, the woodpecker horde had already cleared the scene. "This is nothing less than a declaration of war by the Pecker Empire." Remarked the president in a formal speech on the Colbert Report. With public opinion behind him, the president launched a full crusade against the woodpeckers and their leader, Woody. While the crusade seemed to be getting along right and proper, the woodpeckers suddenly sent out their reserve forces, and the UN troops were decimated beneath an onslaught of beaky death. Now the dominant military power on the planet, the woodpeckers proceeded to lay waste to human cities across the globe. It was only with the assistance of Albert Einstein's sole surviving relative, Nigel Einstein, that the remaining population was able to create a weapon capable of obliterating the woodpecker aggressors. The initial firing proved successful, and the surviving woodpeckers were forced into hiding. As we rebuild our great cities, safety will only be an illusion as long as a single woodpecker remains. True story. Well, at least the first bit is. Woodpeckers really did take out my college's servers. Darn feather-glorious little sausages.
A dream in which I was a monkey, a rather high-ranking monkey in an army of monkey nationalists. One day we decided to take over some island which I think was Hawaii or something, we easily dominated the local kangaroos who inhabited the island before the rest escaped into some underground tunnels. Leading a team of stormchimps after them, I stumbled upon an underground lake. As we skipped along the shore Wolverine jumped out and instantly KO'd my troops. Thanks to my extensive Jedi training, however, I was able to send him back into the abyss. I then used my monkey powers to run super-fast over the water and reached the opposite shore, where I discovered a band of gummy-bear creatures. They drugged me at a party that night and when I woke up I was in the earth's core, where their village was. They dropped me in the street and pointed to a big building and said "Don't go in there." I went inside and was knocked out by some magic, when I awoke I was strapped to an electric table along with a sheep. A mad scientist gummy bear leaned over me and said there was a soccer tournament tomorrow. I fell asleep and then went to play soccer in the morning. My team won. The End.
Imma put this here and I dunno why. PSYCH essay due manana. Blank McBlank Social Psychology 9/11-9/18 Assignment #1: The Self-serving Bias and the Fundamental Attribution Error It’s only natural that humans like to view themselves as unique, particularly on the individual level. This farcical view of ourselves is referred to as the ‘self-serving bias’. Additionally, just as we tend to falsely judge ourselves, we tend to judge others in just the same manner. In fact, we have a habit of being significantly more hostile towards others than we would be to ourselves in the same situation. This particular way of thinking is known as the ‘fundamental attribution error’. I will be spending the next few paragraphs trying to scrape enough info from these two concepts to create at least a semi-decent essay. The average human is arrogant and cocky with an all-around generally inflated view of themselves. They feel that if they don’t constantly fuel their ego they will fall into some form of despair, therefore, people have a nasty tendency to commit the ‘self-serving bias’. See, people love themselves, some do it twice a day! This boundless love leads to an unrealistically positive self-perception in which they place themselves in an unwavering God-tier light. Blaming others for their mistakes and taking all credit for whatever success passes their way are both symptoms of the SSB. But the SSB doesn’t just apply to positives and negatives, it also encompasses all those who consider themselves ‘unique’. Anyone who thinks their being holds any actual significance, particularly in relation to others, is committing the SSB to the first degree. (That rhymed. Keeping that habit of judging ourselves rather recklessly company is our habit of judging others just the same. By this I am of course referring to that pompous **** that keeps cutting you off on your way to the Laundromat. Is he really a verminous ass? Or did he just miss second breakfast this morning? It is in our nature as honest humans to fancy the first of the two options, which according to some super-smart social scientists, is the incorrect option. See, studies show that people’s actions are primarily based off outside influence. Personally, I find this to be complete blarney, however this essay requires that I agree wholeheartedly, so I will. If you have ever judged someone based off their actions without considering the circumstances, you are within the far-reaching realm of the ‘fundamental attribution error’, which psychologists gave a ridiculously long name because that’s what they do. So how do these two concepts differ? You might think that the FAE is just a byproduct of the SSB, and you’d be absolutely right. See, it helps us keep ourselves in a positive and farcically unique light when we repeatedly bash on others. In a way, these two concepts differentiate from one-another in their similarities. As it stands, FAE is basically just anti-SSB; While in SSB we place ourselves in a falsely positive light without regarding our own circumstances, we place others in a falsely negative light without regarding their circumstances when it comes to FAE. For example, let’s say we cut some sad sod off on the freeway, we’d be thinking to ourselves “Well I’m perfectly justified with this because I left the muffins in the oven too long.” You’d be committing the SSB. However, if you were the sad sod who just got cut off, you’d be thinking “What a ****.” Without stopping to consider the circumstances behind their actions, you’d be committing blatant FAE-ism. So how do these concepts come into play with yours truly? Funny you shouldn’t ask that! Just the other day I happened to self-serve myself in a biased manner. I was sitting there, trying to think up a good SSB to write about in my pretty new diary, when a thought crossed my mind; “Pffft. I’ve never committed the self-serving bias.” Well it just so happens that that statement is a shining example of SSB. Fortunately, I caught myself right away and marked it off in my diary. See, I had placed myself in a farcical God-ray by implying that I never place myself in farcical God-rays. My reaction to this was purely delight, as I had come a bit closer to completing this sodding assignment. FAE was a tad easier, as I’m constantly judging people based on the most trivial nonsense (and I love doing so!). It just so happens that a rather odd yet surprisingly common incident caused me to mingle with FAE just a few days back. I was sitting in my friendly neighbourhood Starbucks, sipping on my hot chocolate in the hundred-degree weather and all-around minding my onesies when some lady the next table over totally threw off my groove, or messed up my zen, whichever. This lady had been sitting there for quite some time, and it seemed every other minute her phone would ring and she would immediately reject the call. Eventually she accepted it and shouted into the phone “Stop calling me, I don’t want to talk to you!” She then threw down the poor cellular device and proceeded to announce to the entire shop that she had a stalker and she was sorry for disturbing them. (Her phone continued to ring off-and-on over a time, and it didn’t help that she had one of the most grating ring tones I had ever heard.) Now, I like to hold people accountable for their actions, but a good grade requires that I make excuses for them, so after I had gotten over calling her several rude names (in my head, I hope) I stopped to consider the circumstances. Perhaps she truly has a stalker? Perhaps this stalker has proven incredibly frustrating and she simply snapped? These seem like reasonable explanations for her actions. Either that or she’s just cray cray as a crayola crayon. All in all the SSB and the FAE are factors that would have next to no stake in reality if we didn’t have such rampant egos. But since we all love ourselves so much, we are all subject to them. The most entertaining bit is how they are both subconscious concepts, we commit each one without so much as blinking, it takes a considerable bit of forethought to avoid them all- together. In fact, if we lived in a world without them, it’d be like living in a bloody silent film, which as good as they were, were often lacking in the pretty explosion category.
I was wandering aboot the fair when outta nowhere Bane and his goons show up and take over the place. Due to my highly intensive training by Space Marines I was able to avoid being yoinked and headed to the parking lot, where all the dogs people had brought with them had escaped and gone feral, locked in a conflict with a herd of alligators that were there for some reason. I used magic to hijack a motorcycle and successfully stormed out the front gate, in part thanks to the terrorists' Stormtrooper-grade accuracy and Genome Soldier-level reflexes. Once I was outside the gate I went into town and feasted on hot pockets before deciding to head back for some reason. Jumping over the outer wall, I found myself face-to-face with a guy who had been hitting on me earlier and then tried to kill me with a Nerf gun after he found out I was straight. We formed an alliance and headed into the restrooms, which lead into an underground cave system which had unfortunately already been discovered by Bane's goons. We fought our way through the catacombs until we finally - ALARM GOES OFF.
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