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Okay, so usually i take pride in the fact that i'm an unemployed beatnik, but right now i'm ferociously trying to get a job because i don't want to live in my house anymore. Problem is, i live in wenatchee washington, which is the slobbery retard capitol of the world and so it's easier to get hired here as an unhiegenic, sticky mess of a person, than a beautiful, fine, upstanding, in-style person

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Scribbles are a favourite pastime for my friends and me. This is how they work:step 1. cut up a bunch of pieces of paper and distribute them.step 2. make a quick scribble on each and place them all in a pile.step 3. redistribute.step 4. make the scribbles into pictures and place them back in a pile.step 5. distribute one more time.step 6. write a short sentence that goes (or doesn't go at all)

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If you grew up in the 90s, your parents forced you to be in some nargled sport. You had this interesting love/hate relationship with the sport though. What you really wanted were some video games and some p & q. On the other hand, you knew that a sport team meant pizza parties. I don't know why your parents associated little league with pizza, they just did. Anyway, you went on to this sport,

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I don't care what anyone says. If you don't agree with what I'm about to say you are literally pooping out of your mouth, so get a napkin ready:90s cartoons were, hands down, the shiny golden pinnacle of all-time cartoons.Let me tell you something about this era of cartoon programming. You woke the fuck up at 5 am to make sure you saw every magical second of these things. If anyone stood between

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staying overnight at a friends house was always really rad. it increased the chance of a happy meal by at least 50% and you got to play with a bunch of toys you didn't have to buy. there were two groups of friends; you had your class A friends and your class B friends. first you would hope that your class A friends weren't busy, but if they were then you would have to go over to a class B

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let's talk about parade candy. first off, when you are a kid and are taken to something rare and colorful, such as a parade or christmas, you expect to get some stuff.so when you see a man, dressed like a dog, dressed like a fireman throwing candy out of a basket into the street in front of you, you fucking get that shit. because when you are a kid, that is important fucking candy. it wouldn't

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