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Explore the wondifferous world you live in!
Metaphorically speaking, of course.
is an abstract thought of people and culture as an entity, thinking and acting alike. It is the collective goal of humans which is always mistaken to have been achieved, thus subjecting its value and usage to degradation.
Society only finds skinny people attractive, but is fat itself. Society doesn't like to stereotype people, except those damn Mexicans with their beans and rice. Society thinks foreigners should learn English before coming to America, but needs to find an English-speaker when it goes on vacation abroad. Society finds prison rape hilarious. Society believes America to be the greatest country on the motherfucking planet! Society preaches that gays should have equal rights... Just not in front of Society. Society knows that anyone who doesn't stand up during the Star-Spangled Banner is obviously a Communist. Society has no gender, yet seems to favor white, Christians . But trust us, Society's not biased or hypocritical at all.
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|The Writer's Block virus enters the body by
anything sexual is too easy, uh...
snorting contaminated cocaine
still easy, but a step up, I guess, eh, still too easy... forget it.
Writer's Block is (note: check other wikis for ideas on how to introduce an article)
Writer's Block is a disease that causes only writers to get constipated,
no, that's too obvious, let's try and go more random with it.
The Writer's Bloc was a coalition of angry writers that tried to conquer the world...
Wait, I misspelled it...wow...I just can't spel anything write today...…
|What the hell is wrong with this damn thing!?
Lancaster, PA -- My name is Wilford Pissbritches and I'm 74 years old. I've got a bone to pick with you long-haired hippy kids. I've had this TV for as long as I can remember, and now, the goddamned thing won't work worth shit! All I get is some snowy crap, these little white dots and speckles all over this black background. The hell's wrong with this thing?
I am a widowed retired 'Nam veteran and McDonald's cashier, and the shit I go through ain't nothing compared to this hippy-happy nonsense. I tried bringing in my TV to Uncle Charlie's Salvage Emporium, only to find out that old Charlie had been dead for eight years and his grandson owns the store now. He's some spiky-haired punk named Fizz Chesterfield. He told me I need some fancy whoozits and whatzits, and I didn't know what in Sam Hill he was jawin' about.…
“If a woman starts talking about a wedding you know you are entering a world of pain.”
- – From the article: Wedding
- …that being dumped is just being picked up in reverse?
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