That is justpathetic. In any case, my theory means that playing video games is very cruel. Later that day, she decided we were NOT going north, we were going south to a beach resort. It tells me stuff like: "Warning: More Solutions May Exist" and "Questionable Accuracy". You can read a little each day. paste . Of course, said adults would have to peel their butt-cheeks off the couchbut they'd have to do that for the delivary man anyway. Not that I know anything about medicineor cancer for that matter. I just thought that I might like to mention that. Now I must take my leaveand remember. First of all, you'd have to have an extrodinary amount of free time. You say it didn't let you out? It's early. I know. "Pure" water manufactuerers are not required to list the ingredients of water, because the average consumer believes that it should be obvious. That's just how many times you have to click before you can leave. Her enemy is a fake Yorkshire Terrior (same species as her) made entirely out of goat hair. How do you know I even exist? As inshe read the ENTIRE Longest Text Ever. *nods* Well, yeahI KNOW I'm actually typing instead of talking. One day I was randomly looking up images via Googleand 'lo and behold, there it was. 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. HA! I'm back. I only know that I'm entertaining me, which was my original goal. Celebrating creativity and promoting a positive culture by spotlighting the best sides of humanityfrom the lighthearted and fun to the thought-provoking and enlightening. In any caseit's awful. Is your school playground a gateay to the underworld? Good-bye. Everyone I know who has played that game is shocked when I tell themoh, well. Why are you afraid of little ol' me? And that's just what I can list from memory. It is the extraordinary sensory quality of his prose that enabled Faulkner to get away with writing the longest sentence in literature, at least according to the 1983 Guinness Book of World Records, a passage from Absalom, Absalom! But opting out of some of these cookies may affect your browsing experience. Thou shalt not eat spuds. 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. Immediatly, my mother started complaining. I'm getting bored, so I think I'm done for the day. we had to get there one hour and fifteen minutes early because there was traffic. *sighs* Why does my life have to be so weird? Imagine reading a novel with a sentence that was 40 000 words long! You know the one. The height is regained at night, when you're laying down. Because they put subliminal messages in them, of course! Unfortuantly, we had already driven 337 miles toward our destination. I'm so very, very tired. Once upon a terribly dreadful time, there was a small cat-licking bird that lived on a lane by my house whose name was Charles just like every other soul, male or female, that lived on my smelly, stinky, orange, old, rotten, messy, busted cul-de-sac between . But without the bad sound track. It makes you think of Name-Brand vs. Generic cereal brands. Have you ever had the evil pop-up that says that if you click here, it'll get rid off all the annoying pop-ups? What has the world come to? He would do everything in his power to keep his dream from becoming reality. I definitly mistrust lots of stuff. I tend to make those tiny mistakes, and get bad grades, even if I understand the concepts. This is actually my third attempt at doing this. It didn't. Maybe I should make the link come here directlyHey! It would hum, and hum, and humand then mercifully die. Its in the mail, I promise! Okay, back to the flaming-chickens LTE rivalry. Too bad. There's more! School is taking its toll. It's not fair. He once said, It was Faulkner at his most involuted and incantatory who most enchanted me. The current record holder for the longest english sentence is Jonathan Coe for his staggering 33-page, 13,955-word sentence in The Rotters Club, 2001. This is going to be a WORLD RECORD! TAB members got pizzalots of pizzaand candy. Would that be considered poetic justice, or just a nice coincidence? *sniffle* i do, too. It takes patience to read, but once you get into the rhythm, its like delving into Faulkners stream of consciousness. It also shows the total number of sentences in a text file. Random people will think they've gone crazy, after a seemingly innocent visit to the zoo. I'm leaving nowI have some destruction to do. Did you find it? Or what if you took big ol' slobbery licks? Anyway, moving on! Said order will in no way be held responsible for any damages, injuries, loss of life, limb, head, or organs. -works best on pc/laptop. Anyway, I'm gonna go. Which is what I'm about to do. WOOF! They aint whupped us yit, air they? this Jones who after the demon rode away with the regiment when the granddaughter was only eight years old would tell people that he was lookin after Majors place and niggers even before they had time to ask him why he was not with the troops and perhaps in time came to believe the lie himself, who was among the first to greet the demon when he returned, to meet him at the gate and say, Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they aint whupped us yit, air they? who even worked, labored, sweat at the demons behest during that first furious period while the demon believed he could restore by sheer indomitable willing the Sutpens Hundred which he remembered and had lost, labored with no hope of pay or reward who must have seen long before the demon did (or would admit it) that the task was hopeless-blind Jones who apparently saw still in that furious lecherous wreck the old fine figure of the man who once galloped on the black thoroughbred about that domain two boundaries of which the eye could not see from any point. *reader starts inching towards freedom* I better goI think that I may have a problem brewing. If you can still think during all that incessent beeping, you'll probably find evidence that I'm really paranoid. Unfortunalty, several of those reasons LEGITAMITLY apply to a certain activity I do every Tuesday, which WILL NOT BE NAMED HERE LEST I GIVE IT POWER OVER ME! And the preceding generations became brain-washed (possibly through subliminal messages in sun-tan lotion commercials) to believe tans were expected. If that happens, then no one will read this. This is just a pointless excursive in spelling errors and grammatical imprecision. I don't want to play the stupid animal war card game 'cause the stupdi bear gets eaten by an eaagle.. goodbye ssslllee0yyyyslllllllleeeeeeeepppppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyy iiiiiiiiissssssssssssss gggggggggoooooooooooooddddddddddddd. As you can see, I was in a very interesting state of mind. It was pretty good. There are now longer sentences in English writing. I have no problem with Lit. The magic eight-ball is a plastic casing with an unknown, possibly toxic liquid inside. Yeah. Ooooooo! You want me to stay. HOW ARE YOU DOING? To think, YOU are trying to tell ME that YOU aren't here. Just "imagine" I have more!? Speaking of food, what's up with pie? She'll shake and run from it, then suddenly dive and bite it's head. I feel special. The vendors even play whimsical music which I strongly suspect contains subliminal messages to make you hungry for ice cream. I'm going, you're on you're own! Trinity, who is of course outside of the Matrix, knows this and chooses to enter the Matrix to save the day. Purposly damaging the skin so you can look "attractive". I'm back. Maybe I should put quotation marks around themnah, too much work. That's talent. Why bother asking? RANDOM PERSON: *head explouding from sheer insanity* As you can see, I was a very weird child (this happened in elementary schooluhexcept for that head-explouding part). Isn't that sort of ironic? And most people don't even come here. HmmI seem to be jumping from one subject to another more frequently. Each Friday, I wait (all tingly with anticipation) for the weekend so that I can stay up 'till the wee hours of the morning and sleep past noon. Sure, certain members of my family do pay WAY to much attention to fasion, but that's just because of the expectations of society. They start out with half that number, and then just fill in words until they have the right amount. I better go. It's spiffy. Longest Sentence By Rebecca Jones, Arts Correspondent. were stuck in here, (alone my dear) and well problem never get out so dont start to shout. Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I want all you loyal fans*cricket chirps* to go to the link to see what I'm like. According to my theory that everything is real. It was as if it had been just sitting therewaiting for me to discover it. It's been practically proven that Ketchup transforms into a highly intoxicating (non-addictive) delicious substance upon returning from the 5th Dimension. It just doesn't make any sense. He snuck up on me one day in our room (in the game) with a sword! But, whatever. *enter Squirell* What's that, little Squirell? Waithowhow can I BE logic? Now I want you to go to http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?biter=eon" If you do this I'll get points in the game. AND THAT IS WHY TOASTER PASTRIES WILL BURST INTO FLAMES IF YOU DON'T KEEP AN EYE ON THEM! Especially since I don't have viewers. 1,288 words and many clauses make up the lengthy run-on phrase. I even impress myself. With an infinite universe, there are infinite possibilites. Maybe I'd seen it before, and that's where I got the idea. If I did, would I stop this? Or not. Me and Josh ate lots and lots of sugar, and it's late at nite and everything is funny but we can't laugh 'cause everybody is sleepin' so it's even funnier but ever since we drank the water we sobered up even though we weren't drunk but we ate sugarlots and lots of sugar. I'm fairly certain she knows it's not alive, though. That meant only one corse of action for them. And secret? For instance, I wrote: "I am the Crazy Taco! If you make a purchase, My Modern Met may earn an affiliate commission. There are an infinite number of worlds with Harry Potter. Not that I exactly have a word quota for the day. And ever loony in America decided that it was a conspiracy. thank you always. And why do I even care? My mother visited relatives. So it doesn't matter. i felt sorry for my dad. We were supposed to write about a cherished child-hood toy, and attempt to turn our fond memories into a commercial. Now I have decided to go for a world record. I think mine involved a jaunty song to sing. Read that onetime longest sentence in literature, all 1,288 words of it, below. And then I was unable to get on the computer and I forgot most of it. If that's not a vast conspiracy, then nothing on this Earth is. I will just type, and type, and never, ever use copy and paste. Hmmmmmhas any old, senile person ever written anything? Happy? or possibly "Who or What is Kodak". SEEYA! I'm tired. Conviently, ice cream trucks come around during the hottest part of the year (it must be a conspiracy). I'm going. You're great tradition is being carried out here, on the second most pointless site ever! Yep! And you probably suspect that it is something pathetic. My entire family is weird. Somy lack of a car and driving skills force me to use the bus, which comes for me 45 minutes before my school even starts. So my goal changed from surviving to laughing evilly while my character died. What do you think, Hypothetical Reader? There is always someone worse off and better off than you. And now, for the million-dollar question: How many calories are there in a single serving of Mustard? Similarly, it also displays the longest word used in the text. It was inspired, in part, by my sheer and utter boredom. And now, back to our featured presentation. It seems like blaggerent plagerism. So, predictably, here I am. I'm back. I think I'll get my little sister to be the test piolet. It's amazing, it's incredible, it's unbelievable. *content sigh* There we gothat's much better. 'Ah the power of cheese!' Because eventually, I'll be back! I suppose that is the bane of all authors. Instead they appear to be a nuclear armagedon in the form of a fifth grader. THAT IS ALL. Any way, I'm leaving to eat some Cheessy goodness! Neither of us thought to question the other. WAIT JUST A POLYP PICKING MINUTE!! But I seriously wonder what something written by a senile person would be like. When I'm older, I would like to have a fursuit, go to furry conventions, all that stuff. Now I have a purpose in life! I'll add that to the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK. Furthormore, is it considered accepted behavior to talk to these dead reptiles, in a cooey, baby talky kind of voice? The last day, we were deciding where to eat. YES, I'M YELLING! *sighs dramatically* I'm back. The smoke detector either never went off, or went off and the people just slept through it. *scrunches eyes and makes funny sounds* Nope. In any caseI guess that smoke detectors are a neccesary evilbutWHY DO THEY HAVE TO HAVE THAT STUPID LIGHT?