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I am always filled with an unquenchable rage whenever it should happen that, upon typing a query into an internet search engine (such as the very famous and popular one created by Google LLC, although truly the same feeling can certainly arise regardless of the search engine used)—and when, to be precise, that query is simply a single word, of which I, finding myself regrettably ignorant on the matter, desire very much to learn the meaning or perhaps the origin or pronunciation—upon entering the query and eagerly awaiting the satisfaction of my curiosity, the result that appears at the top of the page turns out to be, to my surprise and horror, not, in fact, a definition or any useful explanation, but rather information relating to some horrid company that has presumptuously decided to use the word for which I search (which was, I swear to you dear reader, a perfectly ordinary and respectable English word) as its name, thinking, in the infinite hubris that I am certain infects all the executives of such organizations, that their pathetic and most likely immoral corporation is somehow more worthy of my attention than the noble dictionary, that bastion of linguistic enlightenment.

i hate when you google a word and some fucking company comes up instead. Do you think you are more important than the english dictionary you piece of shit corporation

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why say many word when few word do trick?

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Verily, I must apologize, for two posts which were meant in all good faith to be posted on that blog which I use for my own personal purposes, or in simple terms my 'main', were instead in error posted onto this one; they have summarily been deleted and I shall endeavor to ensure such a breach of protocol does not occur again.

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I cannot say that I have ever (or if ever, surely not more than once or twice in my long and storied life, such that among the millions of moments i have experienced the situation I am about to explain is so insignificant as to be considered naught but a rounding error) been capable of completely despising a fictional character, the reason for which being that I am willing to offer my services of verbal warfare in their defense at such a minor provocation that it can really be said there was no such instigation whatsoever (I laugh at myself to recall it, but sincerely it is true!). If I should chance upon a heated discussion, nay even a battle of wits, in which said fictional figure is being presented unfairly and in a manner inconsistent with the way in which they are portrayed in that work of fiction from which they derive, I am forced unexpectedly and instantaneously to act as though I were their defense attorney before the proverbial court of law of the conversation at hand. "Your Honor," I cry, akin to those fictional depictions of the legal profession which are so popular on television, "I beg of you to pass a verdict of innocence upon this man whom I have the duty of defending before you, and who I am unwittingly beginning to think of as one of my own! He has committed nary one of the crimes of which he is accused, and should not face judgement for these actions which he has never undertaken!"

I never really have a character I completely dislike because I'll defend anyone at the drop of a hat lmao. If they're being mischaracterized in an argument, suddenly I am now their lawyer. free my man your honor he didn't do any of that

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Absolutely incredible idea for a gimmick blog, you're a genius and a scholar and I'm obsessed

Truly the extent to which the concept upon which this blog is founded—the core principle behind it which indeed may be thought of as a device intended by nature of its novelty to attract attention to the blog, or in common terms what is often spoken of as a "gimmick"—is so utterly and astoundingly magnificent as to be nearly inconceivable; I must profess that the person behind this blog, the very one who transforms ordinary quips on a humble blogging website into cromulent sesquipedalian treatises for the amazement of myself and other like-minded individuals, must surely be an intellect of the highest quality, a veritable polymath; and I find myself utterly preoccupied, unable to resist the allure with a fervor bordering on the insane.

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I imagine that it is highly likely that in a hypothetical alternate universe wherein there existed a new business in that category wherein one can purchase a subscription for a monthly fee and receive in return the ability to watch on the internet high quality recordings of certain films and television shows the rights to which the business has purchased as long as said subscription is active, and that this new business used the name "Poob" for their website, as per the popular internet meme phrase "Poob has it for you", then it would be certain that the business in question would purchase the rights to the Madagascar movie series distributed by DreamWorks Pictures, and they would further create an advertisement campaign of some sort featuring the character of King Julien, a talking lemur who features in the aforementioned Madagascar movie series, and using a spin on his popular slogan "I like to move it move it" wherein the word "move" is replaced with the name of the website, which as previously stated would be "Poob", creating the slogan "I like to Poob it".

i think that if poob was a real streaming service they would acquire the rights to the Madagascar movies and do a promotional campaign featuring king julien with the phrase "i like to poob it"

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It is so incredibly and upsettingly surprising for me to discover that other humans are capable of acts of malice towards the young of their kind. Those aforementioned young humans, commonly referred to as "children" or informally as "kids" (although that term can also apply to the young of the species Capra hircus or other related animals) can commonly reach up to the height of four (or perhaps five, if the children in question are slightly older or have simply grown faster than would normally be expected) of those containers in which footwear are commonly placed to prepare them for sale, and yet despite this fact these despicable people, of which I am pretending for the sake of argument the reader is one, although I know it is quite likely the reader indeed agrees with me on the matter of my outrage towards these individuals, consider it acceptable to raise their voices in anger towards the small creatures. I feel as though I must inquire, for the sake of rhetoric if nothing else, as to what pre-existing emotional vulnerabilities must exist in those who engage in this behavior, and to reiterate that these human children are very young, having only been born a scant few years before this date, and are therefore unaccustomed to this world, meaning they should be treated with more leniency than those who have had more time to adjust.

fucking insane to me that people can be mean to kids. this thing is four to five shoe boxes tall and youre shouting at it ?? ? what is your damage the mf just got here.

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Whenever it should chance that the two of us, you the one currently reading this text and I the one who composed it, should happen to come within a certain vicinity of each other, whether by accident or with intent that may or may not be romantic in nature, such that our skin should be sufficiently close as to activate that sense which allows a human (as I am and I assume you reading are as well) to ascertain the texture of another object (which in this case indeed is the surface of each other's skin) and which has commonly been referred to since ancient times by the name of "touch", an emotion wells up in me which is so very indescribable that the only thing about it which i can say for certain is that it is indeed an emotion, and furthermore, on those rare and treasured occasions upon which our lips should meet in a gesture which has been used in various cultures to signify emotional closeness, love, or desire, especially but not exclusively between romantic partners, I become inadvertently and suddenly convinced, with so much fervor that I would be willing to stake something of my own on the matter (in a manner which in the past would mean I would stand to lose the aforementioned belonging if my statement were proved untrue but which in the modern era is almost entirely purely symbolic in nature) that I had the ability to, on my own power and without the assistance of any machinery, including by not limited to, a hang glider, an aeroplane, a helicopter, or any kind of external propulsion device, hover in the air for an extended period of time in a manner not unlike that which animals such as birds or insects are capable of, being able to maintain the state for as long as I should wish and my strength should persevere, unencumbered by the relentless force of gravity.