Introduction In the business world, communication by e-mail is indispensable. Next semester will be almost exactly like this one. I was alerted to this growing problem in our world community by (Kat, the ruler of all that is almondy)and it greatly concerns me. that was recognised in the 1983 Guinness Book of World Records was the longest ever written. Sleeping is fun. If that's not a vast conspiracy, then nothing on this Earth is. I also would like such persons to immediatly leave my site. I got to go to a huge library, and see Terminator 3 at the local theater. It's about the (supposedly) infinite nature of the universe. That means I take four classes this semester and four different classes next year. Do you care? And so, in the interest of wasting even more time, I made a list. Oh, who am I kidding. This has been a weird day. Now, wasn't that entertainment. The boat sailed on . You gots extra money, don't you? So my goal changed from surviving to laughing evilly while my character died. *there's that darn cricket again* And I have a genuine question to ask all of my loyal readers *cough-cough* Okay, here it is: Is it normal for a non-gender specific sibling to carry around various dead reptiles (snakes, turtles, lizards etc.) *sigh* *sniffle* *snort* *insert word that is a sound that begins with an "s" here* I don't have much time, so, I must be brief. So he kept her out of the Matrix, and she saw the problem, and entered the Matrix to fix it. See, very weird. This naturally alarmed the HECK out of me! An enemy so dangerous that Moose fears it above all others. A post shared by Worlds Best Story (@worldsbeststory). I tried to explain. You'd have to find the end, of course. Because what you're saying is that I'm talking to people in the future. We were supposed to write about a cherished child-hood toy, and attempt to turn our fond memories into a commercial. People need to make the time to waste time. I spend from 8-5 doing what everyone else wants. It even SOUNDS weird. I'm gonna launch THE OFFICIAL FLAMING CHICKENS LUNAR COLONY! ONly not really. Answer me, you blobby looking freak! In a moment of inspiration, I asked her who America fought. I think. NowI'm gonna go and worry about the light on my toaster ovenseeya! 11. 46 min ago It's creepy. Just like everyone else in my family. She was extremly upset. You got me started. The little counter at the bottom keeps going up? Who am I kidding? She even got her sister and mother in the spirt of things. Most likely they test it BEFORE they add the extra stuff"Yep, Bob, this is some mighty pure water." I am now barophobic (afraid of gravity). So, I've decided that Moose works for some secret government organization, and that the feather is the key to the destruction of the world, and I am just blithely letting it enter our home, so that it may furthur its evil plans to destroy the universe. !STARE DEEP INTO THE STINKING ABYSS OF MY INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED SLICES!!! as many times as possible before you splattered your brains on the rocks, all the while listening to a soundtrack that is similar to a dying ceiling fan. (Actually I just question them untill they spontaneously combust, I ask lots of questions) So, in conclusion, ladies and gentleman of the jury(that's you) I could not have possibly tortured "Mr. Owl" to death. We're not sure. He then leaves them under his owners car. However, I am currently content to just sit here and type. What if, eventually, Earth's gravity get's very very strong, and we all imploud from the squishyness? Because I do. Unfortuantly, we had already driven 337 miles toward our destination. Aren't you happy? (To this day, however, I will almost literally kill for a box of Cheez-It party mix, as it is a rare commodity at my house.) And then go door to door distributing it. Remember to send your answers to my sanity quiz to the e-mail account, flamingchickens333@hotmail.com Oh, and once I refer to myself in the first person again, the handbook quote is over. In other news, I participated in the Second Battle of the Asparagus Wars and chronicled them here. If there are an infinte number of worlds with human life, than there are an infinte number of worlds that have someone exactly like you, with only a few key differences. HOW ARE YOU DOING? All because YOU tried to convince me that I was crazy. I can clone myself and form and angry mob? No matter how unlikely something is, if the universe is infinite, it's happening an infinite number of times. And once again suprised. It's just a matter of degree. I can even see the shadow of my hand on the wall from the light those things shed. Longest Sentence By Rebecca Jones, Arts Correspondent. And one out of a million people would probably have a few sentences. You'd have to be an absolute loser (or really bored) to come here. If my site manages to last a decade, my readers *snicker* will probley wonder what I'm talking about. That my words somehow travel accross time (if only a few minutes) and are somehow picked up by future you, and that my responses are dictated by future you's reactions. After all, isn't that basicly what the best teachers do? but they did not give the award because i was a kid :C, @arkin It is supposedly the worlds longest published novel in English at 2.5 million words. This, of course would expand the market for such products. Any way, that's it for now. I accidently cut it with scizzors. With our patented "spray". Purposly damaging the skin so you can look "attractive". Gee, I hope not! It's really stressfull. To prevent this, I did nothing. I feel like I should be outraged about some topic or another. It's pushing down on me, squishing my spine. It does all my Math for me. Then you'll see these cute little "days-of-the-week" earrings at the mall, and you'll just have to get a few sets, just in case you lose some. Another reason why this isn't as long as Galaxy's is that I refuse to write every day as it would--this is the funny part--LOWER THE QUALITY OF MY OVERALL WORK! We KNEW how terrible it was, but we just didn't bother to change it. theni got to go stand while people said a lot of stuff. AND THAT IS WHY TOASTER PASTRIES WILL BURST INTO FLAMES IF YOU DON'T KEEP AN EYE ON THEM! *sigh* My dogs are just weird. So my dad picked a steak place. I'm back. Anyway, I still don't think that anyone is actually coming here. I mean, after all, I made this site. I founded the secret message, you ok man? responsible for any faulty wiring or lack thereof in your computer. And what did he do to me? That's what they need to do with the water. I'm back. The answer is still infinity. MOOSE! He goes for Trinity, makes it just in time to catch her body, and starts her heart back up. I was bored, and a dilligent reader suggested I make fake commercials, sotherer they are. Then I do my homework. Now sure, I could have won more than 500 at some game in which you don't have to pay to play. Speaking of food, what's up with pie? I sincerely appologize if anyone is offended by my view of memorization. I'm still peeved about the cartoon owl from the Tootsie Roll Pop commercials. | 13.45 KB, JSON | Remember, e-mail psopc@flaming-chickens.com the much needed suppliesif that is possible. Yeaha topic would be good. My little, eviler sister got her ears pierced when she was relativly younger. It just doesn't make any sense. One of these people (who shall remain nameless untill such time that I have explicit permission to use her name) turned out to be almost as weird as me. If you make a purchase, My Modern Met may earn an affiliate commission. The World's Largest Maths Problem Has Been Solved, And It. Pikachuwellhe didn't like me. That's all. Because that would be impossible. THAT IS ALL. 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. Unless you're bored. I've done what I've set out to accomplish. Before you know it, we'll have orange alligators, pink tigers and blue lions. Seeya. [9] [10] [11] See also [ edit] Longest word in English Longest words References [ edit] ^ a b Stephen Crain; Diane Lillo-Martin (1999). Let's seewhat have I ranted about before, subliminal messages, vast breakfast cereal conspiracies, water, uhreality tv? The Patron Saint of Paper Clips in no way wishes harm on your computer. The following is an extremely weird poem-thingy that I wrote when I was in a relatively weird mood: never mind that noise my dear can anyone pass the cheese only if you say pretty please oh, boy do I have to sneeze. With an infinite universe, there are infinite possibilites. Maybe the evil little faeries with the sharp little teeth have put their evil faerie dust on my computer. That's just how many times you have to click before you can leave. Makes you wonder about "reality" television, huh? I'll just go on and on about how crazy you COULD be. Too bad. Sodoesn't that make you want to take Kansas' side (I sincerly appologize if you are from Kansas). We resumed quizzing and she got every question on the worksheet correct. **** MY NAVEL ITCHES!! You must be caught in a time warp. The first part of the trip was fairly easy. No one I know is that obsessed with earrings, it was just an example. Maybe you'll break free. The form link is to a 100% fake TAB registration form that you can fill out just for laughs. I can't remember what. WE got it at Wal-mart. Warning: this product is illegal in most states) Wasn't that entertaining? I'm back. Longest Sentence. That means I really can justify claiming to have two and a half readers! Okay, I'm done with that litte commercial. Strange, huh? It's annoying. Here are 65 examples of long sentences ranging from the relatively brief 96 words to one of the longest sentences at 2,156 words. MY SPINE IS SQUISHY! Until thenI have absolutly no imaginary money. And absolutly NO air-pressure. I'm back! This is going to be a WORLD RECORD! I'm back. I didn't know that they had such good technology back then. I tell people I know about this site, but they either ignore this page, or don't even bother coming to the site in the first place. You just let me rant on and on for you KNEW that eventually I would confuse myself with my vast puddle of knowledge. I'll tell you why. There is always someone worse off and better off than you. She goes crazy if someone holds it, 'cause it's getting attention and not her. Or maybe it's everybody else that's weird. After all, I'm talking to you, aren't I? Is this eating up time? The researches even used highly advanced technololgy to map the surface of a pancake and compare it to documented geology of Kansas. Pythagoras Theorem is a + b = c. (*%$ WHAT THE %$#@ WAS MY MOTHER $#$#%$# THINKING!!!!!!!???? What makes them undesirable for pie? Oh, and I would like to mention to my *snicker* LOYAL fans that this Longest Text Ever DOES get updated at least once a week, so please, please, please, PLEASE do not read this once, in one sitting and then leave forever, and ever and ever! Right now, while you are sitting in your "chair" and eating your "junk food", millions of almonds are commiting suicide. Which is why I still go to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website. Welltwo can play by THOSE rules. Now, Moose has seen many feathers, birds even. The whole meal thing was about the only interesting thing to happen during the week. BRINGING $#$$# KIDS IN A BAR!? [1], As a result, one linguistics textbook concludes that, in theory, "there is no longest English sentence. I once*embarassed pause* had "Hey, You! I know, I'll start of list of why it's fun/good to be insane/weird! You must be pretty bored, too. Scratch number seven. I mean, who'd a thought? But, the wings were'nt really special. Well. HenceforthCode: 666 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that under no circumstance will the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (guess who) be forced to wear anything other than a t-shirt and preferably black jeans. For that matter, how do you know that ANYTHING but you exists! It's a cheap shot." YES, I'M YELLING! This category only includes cookies that ensures basic functionalities and security features of the website. Even though my schedule is technically supposed to be completly differnt. Would it vary? there were lots of fireworks. You wanna play that way. Not only did we get world class cuisine (under-cooked hotdogs and over-cooked hamburgers), my little sister (age 10) got taught pool by someone I strongly supect is an ex-convict! There's more! Anyway, moving on! Hello, everyone! Welllet's see. Were hoping to rely on our loyal readers rather than erratic ads. In otherwords, she's a small yappy dog who is big for her breed. The whole thing. Originally from Northern Ireland, she is an artist now based in Berlin. See? I'm back. It really lets me get to know you. Now, I'm sure you've at least heard of subliminal messages , right? Why can't I have more readers?! So, predictably, here I am. For more information, e-mail EnpuUnknown@msn.com Wellseeya! (Believe me, though, you never want to see me driveI get easily distracted by clouds and signs saying FREE KITTIES!kitties are hugablebut if you hug themthey'll scratch your eyes outso then you have to hiss at them and establish dominencebut kitties don't like thateven though dogs dobut kitties are obviously not dogseven though they are fuzzy.) I don't exactly know where it isoh, well. That's right, I wanna sleep. I just can't work up the energy to be outraged. I'm back. Those TACO buttons don't make themselves, you know. Would it be cheating to fill it out again? 12 Dec 2012. When I related this story to my friends (including "Meg") they thought it was hilarious. It will translate any thing, to anything else. You could be floating out in empty space, conjuring nice little fantasies to relieve the monotony of being the only living being! We got to go to a bar and play pool!!!!! There ARE aliens. (and redundancy!) By clicking Accept, you consent to the use of ALL the cookies. Or maybe I am monumentally bored and don't have anything else to do at the moment. Nowadays, postmodern fiction writers such as John Barth are still influenced by Faulkners run-on technique. When someone of her generation runs for president, I'm gonna do a complete background check. I even impress myself. I've just gotten an idea for some more, original, fortunesI gotta go! Or You are What you Eat. I must defeat the sister site of the Longest Text Ever! But, my stupid internal alarm clock is starting to wake me up around six. The Patron Saint of Paper Clips (me again!) He ignored the fact that he was also a 72 year old "sanitation engineer" somewhere. Which is exactly what it gets. In the beginning of the movie, Neo is having dreams about Trinity's death. Anyway, I promise to go back to my usual routine the next time I rant here. Below is an example of a reply email stating that you have received the email. I'll rant and rave and ramble about the EVILS of sunlight. For that theory to work, I'd have to be psychicor in possesion of a freaky time-traveling computer. The insanity and stupidity is mind boggling! My sister is a big believer in the memorization system. What ever shall I do? Okay, if you want to get out, click the little refresh button, okay? Some of my pages have stuff written in to make search engines recognize me, but it doesn't seem to be working. My answer is simple. I will try to make the longest web page ever, made completely out of text! longest text ever (most deleted bc max 40000 letters) : (. Should you violate the purpose of this site: i.e. I'll add a link to the main page when I get around to it. c)I have an extremly irrational fear of that. I'm pretty sure that the "smelly yellow ball" that he started throwing was his own feces (poo). Yeah. Unsubscribe at any time. Anyway, only watch wal-mart if you WANT to be subliminaly entertained into purchasing a new set of TUPERWARE, even though your old set is PERFECTLY fine. Today we had a "family outing." (it's edited, of course, to stay PG13**** signifies a random naugty word:)) "HEY, DOG ENTITY! I clarified, which countries fought in the Civil War. She agrees, but only after seeing how important it is to him. And lots of you are probably gloating 'cause you don't have to get up 'till 8:30. Or maybe I just wanna go to bed. In conclusion, Ladies and Gentlemenif you implement my idea, there will be peace and prosperity for all. In return for not taking the easy route, he gains a power in the more or less real world. And I promise not to force you to live when you would rather die. OR something. The World's Largest Maths Problem Has Been Solved, And It. How do you stop them? It was down for a whole day or so 'cause of all the traffic I got from my new quizes. I think it's pretty funny. Even the air is conspiring to squish me! She didn't think it was weird, either. 4 min ago Then, when I win 500 additional np, I move to the 500np point. Or would it be cheating if I didn't have multiple personalities? If iI fill out the fake tab form I'm gonna have to put back as my favorite wordI already have filled it out, though. Sentences can be made arbitrarily long in various ways. Let's see: 12345! I have checked the email from {name of the person} and will contact you. GeeI sure hope it wasn't poisonous. Were also on Pinterest, Tumblr, and Flipboard. To compound the EVIL situationI was forced to wear feminine shoes. Keep pressing it. Come on, I won't hurt you, I promise! It's a worthy cause! It feels unstoppable, and then it stops. Especially that duct tape. It doesn't smell funny, (I asked my brother, since I don't have a sense of smell), it seems perfectly ordinary. Now THAT'S just weird. I translated it from German to English and got "I am the Moved Taco!" Aren't I special? RANDOM PERSON: You don't say? But it's legs were still moving and it was alive. But then, I'm meand you're you. Oooootime for today's topic. We become indebted to. It's stupid. It's not fair, ya know? (No, I don't like any of those creepy "pop" stars. I love my work, I love the kids I work with. Anyway, yeah, I'm a furry, but since I'm a young furry, I can't really do as much as I would like to do in the fandom. are completly accidental and are not the fault/responsibility of the creators. I'm backit's been awhile since I've written here. *cheesy super-hero voice* Well, fear not, random citizen, for I, PSOPC am here! Number Nine: Now it's just getting redundant, isn't it? Should you violate this right, you will become destroyed or possibly dizzy. Did you know that I now possess a DOMAIN NAME? I'm so very, very tired. Okay, better leave. HA-HA! She'll shake and run from it, then suddenly dive and bite it's head. Of course, you won't want to do that becuase you still need more earrings so people won't think you wear the same ones over and over again. Who'da thought it? SEEYA! Gotta goI think I hear a catchy jingle. I'm back. Every fantasy the human mind has concieved exist at some place in the universe. Typical. AhhhI see your confusion! When is it MYturn? If you can still think during all that incessent beeping, you'll probably find evidence that I'm really paranoid. OOooooo! *g8ggles* bye. This is the LONGEST TEXT EVER! This would lead to a better, more stable economy. I will just type, and type, and never, ever use copy and paste. You figure that one of those 100 people would actually have a coherent phrase. My definition of fasion includes clothes, shoes, jewelery and all things of that nature. TACO is still in my heart. One day I was randomly looking up images via Googleand 'lo and behold, there it was. I'm completly and totally addicted. The longest word entered in most standard English dictionaries is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis with 45 letters. Is fat-free food more delicious than food loaded with fat? *gigles* It milght have been a sugar rush 'cause now we're having a sugar crash. Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook states that the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (thats me) is allowed to cause vague, pain like sensations while the offending person (or alien life form, dog, etc.) With a specific number of words. And hotand smoky. What line of buisness, do you ask? Unless he has already been destroyed by an even more radical Anti-Cartoon-Owl group. There are now longer sentences in . I have officialy run out of ways I could have better spent my time. My entire family is weird. (Like alternate dimensions and stuff) So, there is a world where you are the creator of this Longest Text Ever. One method is successive iterations, such as According to my theory that everything is real. I'm leaving. Of course, there is also regretafter all, I could have made a fortune if I'd been the first to think of it. But I'm sure that if I just would have put my mind to it, I could have done it. I definitly mistrust lots of stuff. Parents would buy their children computers, video games and other television neccesities. Or possibly a really good president who wanted to fly to the moon. *nods* I thought so. or possibly "Who or What is Kodak". Then he preceeded to trash my room, scattering kleenex everywhere. Otherwise you'd think I was delusional, or something. And if you expect something and get nothing, you feel cheated. Creepy. Now I'm back again. After all, no one would really care if I quit updating this site. | 13.63 KB, JSON | And I've realized that I am a complete idiot. It's like this. We can only hope that the digital camera manufacturers are kinder masters than the evil Kodak Lords. My mother visited relatives. I think mine involved a jaunty song to sing. It's called Hit-Or-Miss, any topics, plot, etc. Just like all those reports people have to do. Because I have nothing else to do right now. So rather than battle her over the concept of getting dressed in the dark, I get up. Well, at least she knows that slaves were involved in the war. I know, unlikely, huh? WE have been having very profound thoughts lately. 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 . How absurd. We'd probably go crazier. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the sheer coolness of the fight choreography, special effects and the plot. And so the week went by. Naturally, I had many mixed feelings, primarily disgust, as I have not voluntarily eaten a Cheez-It in quite some time. They're listening for a secrretno it's cause of a secret. Just like a real psychologist. Okay. And she doesn't even LIKE carrots! You're still here, which must mean that you'd rather be here than anywhere else! Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realizes that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realizes that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragons outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds -would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunts indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out o f anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditors hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demons command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before 61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-bes wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying `Sho, Mister Tawm each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old mans state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, Kill them!
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