Schizophrenic clover farms.

This is more info on schizophrenic clovers, living in farms. If you haven't read my comment on the post: Huh?

I Suggest you read my comment first...

A schizophrenic clover is a clover that goes through phases of emotional blunting, intellectual deterioration, social isolation, disorganized speech and behavior, delusions, and hallucinations. It usually goes through each of these twice or more a day. The most common of these acts are the hallucinations. Just yesterday, one of my friends, a clover named Trifolium, told me that he had a pet fireball that he could play chess with. I was so surprised that I fell off my massage chair. Every day after that, Trifolium pretended he was a ninja, even though he thought he really was. I finally called the authorities (Schizophrenic Plant Authorities: aka SPA) and had them take poor Trifolium and put him in a farm. I cried for several days.

         I was so distressed, I looked up things about schizophrenic clovers. I found out that half the population of clovers were schizophrenic. I also found out that when clovers were found with Dementia Praecox (schizophrenia) they were always placed into a farm.

A clover farm is just like an ant farm, except for that instead of ants inside, there's a clover. After the clover was in a farm, all signs of disorganized speech and emotional blunting, disappear. Sadly, delusions and hallucinations go way up, off the charts. I also found out that clovers with schizophrenia were contagious to humans. I was then really worried that Trifolium had infected me.

        I then looked up the uses of a schizophrenic clover farm. I was surprised when I read what they were used for: Blowing up doors. This was only limited to locked doors that were trapping you in a room. It had been discovered only one year before, when a young schoolboy threw a well treated clover farm at a locked ISS door. This leads to the fact that only well treated clovers explode.

       This is because when pleased, a clover produces C6H12O6(KNO3)

(KNO3) is gunpowder. When thrown, the glucose gunpowder ignites and explodes on contact of a locked door. This somehow defies the laws of explosive physics.

Minecraft

There's a fun game I like to play. It's called MINECRAFT. Minecraft is a really fun game. Believe it. I changed my look, so I am now a zombie pigman. (see below)

HERES A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE GAME: you level up by mining better ores, you defend your home with swords and bows. Zombies kill you. THE END.

HERES A MORE EXPLANATORY DESCRIPTION: You mine blocks and build a home. Zombies, creepers, skeletons, and spiders try to kill you. (and some other monsters) You kill them first. THE END.

PICS:



Me, a cow, and sheep.

Me, and a cave.

I'm hot. (lava)

It snowed.



ANOTHER ME ABOUT TO COMMIT SUICIDE BY FALLING SEVERAL STORIES.

THE GRAPHICS ARE SORT-OF BAD ON PURPOSE.

Types

 So, I've figured that there are several types of people. IN JUNIOR HIGH and the world. BUT, I'm talking about Junior High school. So here you are:

1. Baddies: People who swear and are inappropriate at all times. In language and in thought. HOW TO IDENTIFY THEM: They can't say a sentence without a bad word or inappropriate word in it.
2. Nerds: This isn't necessarily nerds. If that makes sense. They just are kinda like a nerd. HOW TO IDENTIFY THEM: Instead of socializing during lunch, they read books. They also have "A"s in every class even though they read during the entire class.
3. Jocks: They can play every sport and attract the opposite gender for some reason. If they are female, they are usually cheerleaders. HOW TO IDENTIFY THEM: They are highly competitive and always other jocks around them. If they get in a fight, it's with another jock.
4. Mixes: They are a mix between two or more types. HOW TO IDENTIFY THEM: They act like types put together. (NOTE: this is the most common type)
5. Shybies: They are like Nerds, except they don't read and they have bad grades, this doesn't mean they don't have friends. HOW TO IDENTIFY THEM: Look for them, they just sit there.
6. Friendly: They are really friendly and have lots of friends. They enjoy humor and they don't think bad of themselves. HOW TO IDENTIFY THEM: They have lots of friends. They take up more than one table at lunch. They become friends with you or all your friends (if they become friends with your friends you soon become a Shybie, unless you make friends with them too.)
7. Weirdos: They collect spoons ( I have hundreds), make blogs about random things, are different than most people (like they've never gone skiing, don't know how to text, and don't watch TV), they enjoy playing pranks and telling jokes. They are usually become the artists or authors of the school. HOW TO IDENTIFY THEM: Observe them, you will be able to tell. (this is my favorite type).

Huh?

I have some questions: AND PLEASE ANSWER TRUTHFULLY!
#1: If you were in a potato sack, what would you do?
#2: If you were in a burning potato sack, what would you do?
#3: If you were trapped in a burning potato sack tied 10 stories above a Pennsylvanian man, what would you do?
#4: If you were trapped in a burning potato sack tied 10 stories above a Pennsylvanian man and you had to go number one really bad, what would you do?
#5 If you were trapped in a burning potato sack tied 10 stories above a Pennsylvanian man and you had to go number one really bad while your legs were bleeding badly from a torture treatment a few minutes ago by a psychotic leopard-man, what would you do?
#6 What is a schizophrenic clover farm and how is it used?

What's new?

SPOONS! Spoon what's new! Spoons are the coolest invention besides sporks. Sadly, you can't put plastic sporks in your eyes. But you can with spoons! The only invention that comes close to spoons are socks. 

SPOONS!

I told you! You can wear spoons. And you can wear socks. You can eat with spoons. You can unravel socks into string. You can sharpen spoons and use them as weapons. You cannot sharpen a sock and use it as a weapon. You can hold things in spoons. You can hold things in socks. Spoons don't smell when you wear them. Socks smell when you wear them. You can dip spoons in ink and use them as a writing utensil. You can dip socks in ink and slap someone with it. You can throw spoons. You can throw socks. You can melt spoons. You cannot melt socks, but you can light them on fire sometimes. You can get spoons for free. You cannot get socks for free, usually. You can clean your toenails with spoons. You can keep your feet warm with socks. You can clean your fingernails with spoons. You can wear socks on your arms and hands for a type of glove.

SPOONS ARE BETTER!

What was I talking about? Oh yes, Dragon Ball Z. (See below)Wow.

So, It is this way. Tacos. HERE IS SOME POEMS I WROTE:

When ever I feel, the touch of a lily pad. Or look at the reddish pumpkin. I smell all the wonderful bakerfied things. (Bakerfied = Baked) And I dance jollily with a prancing penguin. I do the macaroni, and it does the Fox-crouch. It stampedes, I leap, but too late.

I get trampled by a stampeding penguin.

It tramples again. I trampoline.

I split off from the light-side.

I join the Extreme leftists.

I get attacked by fried dominoes.

I survive and betray my clan of tomato suckers.

They find out, and hire some Hessians to hunt me down.

I pay the Hessians to attack a baby alligator instead.

I grow a mustache. I grow another, and another, until my jar is full.

I write a pony, and ride an essay. I become vane on a weather vain.

I disgust a problem. And discussed filled my soul.

I vomited my pet volcano. I used some toiletpaper to make a tepee.

THE END

POEM #2

I

am

too

calm

for my

tongue

POEM #3

"THANK YOU"

I said to my teacher one day.

"YOUR WELCOME"

She answered as if thats all she could say.

"YOUR RUDE"

I said in a sarcastic voice.

"I"LL SEND YOU TO ISS"

Like she gave me a choice.

"NO!"

I refused, with command in my speech.

"LEAVE MY ROOM"

Was her little preach.

I left, and I bawled, and I banged on the door.

But, for all I know, she couldn't hear any more.

I knelt, and I fell, I was as good as dead.

I kept crying 'til I had no tears in my head.

Why was this happening to me? Were my thoughts.

All of the kids in my class were little bratty snots.

My teacher finally let me in the room.

The entire place was as quiet as a tomb.

I gasped, and I giggled, and I rolled on the ground.

Everyone stared, no one made a sound.

I stopped, and I sat, and I did nothing more.

I guess nobody really rolled on the floor.

I suddenly had amnesia and a pain.

I screamed a long verb, I became insane!

HUGHH! HUGHH!

Watch me destroy randomness with a little bit of normality!!!!

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Okay... You should take a look.

My wiki site. It is cool. And you can search some random stuff like... Humungous weakling or Inflamboyounto... stuff like that.

A short story

Ham!

What a life.

Life is more random than you think. Did you know that every single second life generates something random. Just barely it went : "If I get generate a # 1-200,000 and I get a 23 I will make a emerald land on this fence near Denver."
    "DANG! I got 98,251!" Oh well now if I get a 4 out of 200,000. I will make..." BLAH BLAH BLAH! Do you know what chance it is that you would get a single digit out of 200,000? Let's see I'll go to a random # generator and make it 1-200,000 and push generate 10 times:
75522
18793
53193
191691
16618
78428
187336
132059
112383
95978

OH I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT TO 4 DIGITS, let alone 2, or 1 digit. SO, chance is, that if you are near Denver you will have to wait millions of days to get that emerald. BUT! ANOTHER FACT OF LIFE! What is the chance that it will be that exact latitude/longitude you are at or for it to even be gem and not something else entirely random, such as you generate a random number out of 5,000,000 and each # represents a different object? The latitude/longitude the emerald would fall even if life got 23 out of a 200,000 would NOT be even near DENVER! LET ALONE ANY OTHER PLACE YOU WERE WAITING FOR YOUR GEM! Therefore it is virtually impossible for this to happen. Especially to you! Hmmm. For any gem to land next to you would be to get a 1 out of a 4,000,000,000 chance. Oh! AND AGAIN! I'M SORRY LIFE GOT A 51,482,153!