Before we head off to explain more about this topic, I would like to exaggerate about dharr mann’s name. Firstly, I think that one thing that is wrong is his name. Every single time I type his name, grammarly comes knocking on my door and critizes my typing skills, and makes sure that I type dharr mann as dar man. This bothers me alot of everytime I get sent to a underground dungeons with a overcharged computer that is leaking lava, and I think that this bothers my sleep schedule. Sue cram-the-li!. Secondly, dhar mann’s looks like a monke, and this bothers me because smokey the bear is out mascot, and we can tell that smokey the bear is not a money, by inspection. OK, let us continue to explain more about our videos below.
In this story, a mom ( gender specific) has a son who was raised by karens, and the son was adopted. However, throughout his journey of living with karens, he has mastered flamethrower and ancient power through charizards’s training, and has a mega evoution as well. Being captured in a pokeball, he has limited things to do in his free time. His last resort to being sent is when the karen meets a manager, and this is when the son uses flamethrower and the karen goes to jail. That was before, but now, he is loving his life with the cap and another family of ( not karens). He doesn’t know his gender, he doens’t know who he is, he doesn’t like lunch, he likes black, he gulps apples, eats bee plump. This is the story of doctor shmisxetuernsmahfuenjdfhifhsiwmdneihmifeburg.
On the right, we can see the full dialogue of the mom and the son.
Mom: Is it not like the King? As thou art to thyself.
Son: Such was the very armor he had on When he th
Mom: e ambitious Norway combated. So
Son: frowned he once when, in an angry parle, He
Mom: smote the sledded Polacks on the i
Son: ce. ’Tis strange. Thus twice before, and jump at this de
Mom:
ad hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. In what particular thought to work I know not, But in the gross and scope of mine opinion This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war, Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. What might be toward that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint laborer with the day? Who is ’t that can inform me? Tha
Son: Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride, Dared to the combat; in which our vali
Mom: ant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteemed him) Did slay this Fortinbras, who by a sealed compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry, Di
Son: t can I. At least the whisper goes so: our last king, Whose image even but now appeared to us, d forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror.
totally just just switching around the sjakespear play but changed the names. I give credit to shakespear, fine.
Yes, this may seem dumb but it is not. Cominggg up! Scroll down for more informtaion about this
This play is a playabout a mom, and the presumably apple son. This inspirational story changed many lives of chikdren, making them shave their heads as a griefing strategy. This play has changed so many lives that food angel and donations were useless, thisplay just changed their stomach.
Imagine being so noob that you didn't cry at this play!
This, yet another story developed by python, our snake that generates ideas because we inserted gertrude, a pig in his brain, and chips ahoy, a computer chip in his brian that works like ai. The main function of this python is generating inspirational stories that inspire artists to draw gertrude, and such an example would be the example with python, i Mean, picasso. OTher famous artists also got their inspiration from our mentally unstbale python, like the mona lisa. Legends also say that the mona lisa’s eyes follow you, even in uncomfortable situations. Just like our snake would. THis is a stoey of how a mom threw cheese at her opponents car, which resulted in world war two. Many children who are rich and listened to this story douvted that they have a mom, and think they are adopted. Who knows such a story developed by a snake could be that inspiring!
Here is the official script of this play: It is very simple and easy to read. A scratch version of this play will be provided.
Mom; *throws cheese*
Mom: lives to regret it
Mom: * gets shocked*
Mom; * not shockedanymore*
Mom: * activates karen mode*
Mom: *ends world hunger with cheese*
Sometimes, people make alot of mistakes. But this is a story on where your mom made the worst mistake, having you. I mean, this is a story where the teacher is unqualified to teach this class, as he knows nothing about gradients and potentials, but the students have an exam tomorrow!. Since there are no textbooks, and the teacher doens’t know teh subject, how are they supposed to ace the exam tomorrow. Many hefty asian parents are already shopping for the right belts, the right weapons, so that they can choose their weapon when their children get a bad grade. Thus, the teacher teaches the students teaching strategies, and how to use the cosine wave to get a gun, to bribe the other asian parents. Such an inspirational story will make you wonder why you are alive.
Here is the official script of this story. Don't worry, its not giong to be rip off like the other ones.
Test question: hi im the test question
test question be like
Students gasp. Oh no!
Shakespear arrives: create! thou shalt prepare to square
Harry Porter Fought his mom, lives to regret it.
"Oh boy, it Harry Porter. It me!" He said, fighting his eyes as they buldged on his lip. " Hitler Porter, it me, it me!" he exclaimed with profundity. Harry Porter very depesrtaely needed fundings, as a destitute and dirt-poor rookie at life. If only he was loud enough to exclaim this, such that the people in China who were milking cows could hear. He could hear the librarians in Hogwards groaning at a rag, and pointing their sasquatch fingers at their nose. " Harry Potter, who art thou" they said ," Harry Potter" they said.
Then came forth VOldemort