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PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTT!

I have a twist tie by my computer that I chew on at all times.

My sides.

The right one is pretty classy, but the left one is awesome looking. The left one.

Yeah…the gold-looking one also eats through the flint faster. It may spark better, but its my last flint dammit. I still need lighter fuel for the silver one though ;_;
As more more odd behavior, I sometimes tuck a match behind my ear when I need to think.

GET MORE FLINT

If you have to get lighter fule for the silver one, you may as well get more flint.
So in the mean time use the flint it to the gold one, besides the gold one has much more swag (IMO).

On Topic is that sometimes I hug my pillows while trying to sleep.

I work part time as a blade of grass. Some guy named Gamzee has been doing some weird stuff in my local lawn lately.

Sometimes I…I consume foodstuffs…and chew them with my teeth.

When I sleep, I put my hands between my legs (NOT near my penis.) I sleep with the legs closed on the hands. o.o I can’t stop

Well… this certainly is a shitty thread.

#badumtss

This guy who stays at the same hotel as me keeps touching himself at night or something, so I shit in his laundry.

For some reason there was shit in the hotel’s washing machine the other day, so I had to call the hotel staff, and they had to call someone to replace it. What a hassle!

I keep taking this one guy’s only flint and shitting on it, just so I can see him dissect the shit with toothpicks to find it.

I took this guy’s only flint, lit some toothpicks on fire with it, and washed it in a shit-covered washing machine.

I have an overpowered Empathy section of my brain. However, it is sometimes delayed, so sometimes I will burst into tears or laughter at random times.

I eat shredded cheese out of drinking cups sometimes as a snack.

I always steal this guy’s only flint, light shredded cheese on fire with it, eat the cheese, shit it out onto a counter, dissect the shit with toothpicks, wash the shit-covered toothpicks in a hotel’s washing machine, then I start over again.

I have had it with these mother***ing shits and these mother***ing flints!

i have conversations in my head with my imaginary groups of friends, and yes they all have names.