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All Star, Bitch, and Click: Home Videos Untitled document File Edit View Insert Format Tools Table Help 6 other collaborators See what it's like to collaborate with famous storytellers. Admittedly, a few years after their prime. Share your collaboration Check out what else is possible once you go Google. high-functioning-time-idjits: everentropy: bonehandledknife: jenroses: mojavejourneys: fancyladssnacks: reddragonsbreath: barrett-the-babe: caiusmartiuscoriolanus: incestiel: almostdiedthreetimes: feasibleweasel: autonomousartisan: demoniccupcake: the-guy-below-me-sucks: doctorfeelbad: couragemadnessfriendshiplove: world-shaker: Want to collaborate on a Google Doc with Nietzsche, Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky, Dickinson, Dickens and Poe?  Click here. Start typing. Enjoy the hilarity.  Ninja Update: Wanna see something fun? Mention Shakespeare in a sentence and see what happens.  Poe kept writing distinctly into my sentences so I wrote ”Edgar, you’re not funny” aND HE BLATANTLY DELETED THE NOT I AM SO DONE WITH THIS ASDFKJL OH GOD IF YOU TYPE “EDGAR ALLAN POE” POE ADDS A :( AFTER HIS NAME PRECIOUS BABY Oh my God so I typed ‘Shakespeare’ and Shakespeare butted in and wrote ‘The lovely and handsome Shakespeare’ but Poe burst in saying ‘The dreadful and lonely Shakespeare’. aND FYODOR DOSTOYVESKY ADDED ‘ I do not wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners.” I’M DONE. Look what they did to All Star by Smash Mouth “Somebody once hushedly told me the world is going to roll me. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kind of glocky with her finger and her thumb in the shape of a “L” on her forehead. Well, the years start voraciously coming and they don’t stop coming; fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. It didn’t make sense absolutely to live for fun. Thy brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to behold. So what’s wrong with taking the back busy thoroughfares? In everything one thing is impossible: rationality. You’ll never know if thou don’t go. “You’ll never shine if you don’t glow”, he growled incoherently. Hey presently, you’re an All Star. Get your game on; go play. Hey now, you’re a Rock Star. Get the show on; get laid. As well as all that glitters is gold, only shooting stars break the mold. ~All Star by Smash Estuary of opinion…” Imagine putting your research paper in here and letting them go at it. OH MY GOD I WAS WRITING AND EDGAR WOULDN’T STOP FIXING THINGS SO I WROTE “Edgar shut up I’m trying to write” and he changed it to “Edgar shut up I’m meagerly attempting to write” THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE I typed in “Hello” and Shakesphere erased it and wrote “Begone with this rubbish.” HOW R00d I typed “party in the Usa” and Poe changed party to “ill-fated gathering” I just used it to yell at Dickens about Tale of Two Cities, I am happy now I typed in ‘hello other writers’ and Edgar Allen Poe changed it to ‘Hello secondary writers’ After I had been writing for a while Edgar suddenly deleted my last sentence and wrote “THE END.” rude son of a bitch I have to try this. Rebageled again but to add if the link above doesn’t work, try this one instead. I pasted one of my better opening paragraphs in, and they butchered it amusingly. AI.  @primarybufferpanel omg do you want to do a Thing sometime with Mountains? Like that bit we put on the gif? I wrote “Dickens you are the worse” because he edited my 5 word sentence into a paragraph and him and Emily Dickinson kept changing it from Dickens to Dickinson until Dickens made it say Oliver Twist. I started typing the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody and, well… “Mama, just killed a wretched soul bruised with adversity. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, presently he’s dead. Mama, life distinctly had just begun. However, now I’ve gone and thrown it all away. “Mama, ooh”, he growled incoherently. Didn’t mean to make thou cry. If I’m absolutely back again this time tomorrow, painstakingly haul on, carry on, like nothing really matters.Too late, my time distinctly has come. Resolutely delivers shivers down my spine, body aching all the time. Heartily farewell, everybody. I’ve got to go. Gotta flee you all behind and face the truth. Mama, ooh. I don’t wanna make worms thy heir. In times plagued with uncertainty wish I’d never been born at all.”
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Donald Trump, Facebook, and Future: NEVER FORGET The Free Thought ON FEBRUARY 19. 1942. THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES AUTHORIZED THE GOVERNMENT TO INCARCERATE AMERICANS SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY LOOKED LIKE THE TENEMY, MORE THAN II0.000 AMERICAN CITIZENS & IMMIGRANTS OF JAPANESE ANCESTRY WERE FORCED TO GIVE UP THEIR HOMES. BUSINESSES AND WAY OF LIFE. 💭 Can’t Happen Here? 75 Years Ago, a President’s Executive Order Put US Citizens in Prison Camps... 😡 REPORT: (link to article in our bio) Today marks the DayOfRemembrance, because on February 19, 1942, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed Executive Order 9066, opening one of the nastiest chapters in United States history — the mass internment of Japanese Americans. . And while much discussion has been made of President Donald Trump’s Mexico border wall, immigrant raids, and Muslim-majority nation immigration ban, for swaths of the country, the predominant sentiment still comprises some version of, it can’t happen here. . But it can. It did. . And the abomination of Japanese American InternmentCamps — where more than two-thirds of the 120,000 detainees had been born in the United States — must not be forgotten, understated, or passed over like an historical anomaly. Because that’s precisely why our more abhorrent moments creep from the past, transformed into modern, and oft worse, manifestations of an evil we thought swept into history’s dustbin — collective memory lapse nearly guarantees a repeat performance. . Will we ever learn? . “When the order was first signed, there was uncertainty,” writes U.S. Representative Doris Matsui of Roosevelt’s decree for Quartz. “Who, exactly, was impacted by this? Where would they and their families go? What would happen to their businesses? Their homes? Details about the implementation of the order were unclear, and families faced confusion and fear about what would happen to them. With the stroke of a pen, their future was suddenly unknown. People’s lives had changed and they couldn’t even be sure how... . - Continued - . 💭 Read the FULL Report: (link in bio) http:-thefreethoughtproject.com-japanese-internment-camps-order- 💭 Join Us: @TheFreeThoughtProject 💭 TheFreeThoughtProject 💭 LIKE our Facebook page & Visit our website for more News and Information. Link in Bio.... 💭 www.TheFreeThoughtProject.com

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Ass, Baseball, and Be Like: I want a German Shepherd Husky @DrSmashlove Bruh I get DM from ladies all the time asking something like this: "smash I'm talking to a dude named Mike how can I tell if he likes me". Alright. Ladies. First things first. Let me clarify some shit. This is 2016 damn near 2017. In no event and under no circumstance should u be waiting on a dude to text u, wondering if he like u. If he make u feel like u the one...u just know that shit. If he don't, then the uncertainty is on him. With that said don't only talk to Mike. I'm not saying u gotta swipe 20 randoms on tinder and start texting all of them just because - I'm just saying keep your options open. "But smash I'm not a hoe, I'm not like that." Lol...whoa derr lil mama 🖐. First imma need u to stop it with this word "hoe". That's a word invented by men with small PPs who don't want women to be sexually empowered. Second it don't make u a hoe if Mike text u every couple days and on that basis u also texting Ted and Jeff. It just mean u young and pretty and u got options. If u texting with Ted then u ain't waiting on Mike. Mike gonna feel that vibe that u ain't just waiting on his next move and HE gon hurry up and make a move, u feel me? Take the power away from Mike, he don't deserve all that power ("but smash I hate playing games argh dating sucks I'm just gonna live with cats 😖" - stop it with the cats before I show up at your door and fvck u back to your senses, I'll do it - I'll show up naked wearing only a Cubs baseball cap, timberlands, and white gym socks, holding a rose - your neighbors gon be like "who was dingaling man with the rose, having guests like that violates the condo association policy, even though the Board of Directors would like to note that your guest's PP was beautiful, shapely, and had good curvature" - focus here, woman, I'm tryina not get u evicted 😂). Anyway in 2017 forget about whether a man who u like, likes u back. Keep it G. Keep it fun. Let Mike know u don't need his ass because nothing light a fire under a motherfvcker quicker than a girl who half-ignoring his childish ass. Part 2 to come in my next caption ❤.
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Energy, Fanfiction, and Fire: Available Updates Tumblr Version 4.3.1, 27.3 MB Aug 17, 2015 UPDATE "4.3?" roared David Karp across the boardroom table. He spun on his heels, turning his back to the board. His shoulder muscles rippled through his gingham shirt. "4.3? We can do better than that. We HAVE to do better than that." The boardroom broke into murmurs. They had done everything right with 4.3. The entire company, top to bottom, had signed off on it. The research was there. It was focus-grouped for ten months straight. It was a sure-fire hit. An executive VP piped up. "But, David, 4.3 is the most market-tested product we've ever released! The approval numbers are off the charts!" David's hand came smashing down on the luxurious mahogany slab. Glasses rattled. A ballpoint pen was sent flying. "l don't give a darn about the numbers! What happened to doing something because you gave a flying flip about it? What happened to the passion? Numbers? The others guys can have numbers. We've gotta have passion, or we're not worth the CD-ROMs we're printed on. Passion. That's what it's all about. That's why we're all here." David gestured behind him, toward the plate-glass window, the Manhattan skyline sparkling beyond. "We do it for them For the common man. The common man needs Tumblr now more than ever." He spun again, now facing outward onto the city he loved. From every street rose a memory. Lexington Avenue, where he learned to ride a bike, and where he got his first broken arm (Maury, who owned the bagel store, came running out when it happened. Good old Maury). Bleecker Street, where he got his first kiss, and saw his first real rock 'n roll show. The Velvet Underground. A sound so raw and real it could only come out of NYC. Finally, he looked down directly onto the street below. The street on which he'd built his business...no, not his business-his dreams. Below was a street on which the creative passions of millions of users had stacked up into a four-hundred-thirty-one- story skyscraper that housed the collective energy of Tumblr. David Karp pressed his nose against the glass and looked deep down into the canyon of 431st Street. Four-three-one. That's when it hit him "Four-three-one. That's it. Version 4.3.1 That's what we've gotta do. Version 4.3.1 of the Tumblr app for iOS." Silence fell over the board room. The air around the one-of-a-kind, designer table was thick with uncertainty. Then came the sound, ringing out like a shot. It was a handclap. The executive VP has risen to his feet. Another handclap erupted from his palms. His muscular, deliberate applause electrified the room The next thing David knew, the entire board was on its feet. Clapping, stomping, hollering. The sound was thunderous, deafening. This was it. This was why he had followed his dream in the first place. This... This was 4.3.1 <p><a href="http://thepagejakeenglish.tumblr.com/post/126931913009/what-the-fuck-did-i-just-read" class="tumblr_blog">thepagejakeenglish</a>:</p><blockquote><p>WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ</p></blockquote> <p>Tumblr can’t program an app for shit because they’re too busy writing fanfiction about themselves.</p>
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