Napalm

Wow, it was actually accidental this time.

Good thing I expressed my dissatisfaction with that before you posted it, halo.

NO.

Hi, I'm Napalm and I like to censor evade through images.

Imagine if tigers had that annoying attitude domestic cats have. It'd easily be the worst animal ever. And with that wisdom, I'm off to bed. *looks at Napalm* *looks at clock* College is a [bleep]. Haha, I had pulled an allnighter because I had a final that day, so I was dead tired (I can't seem to pull allnighters like I used to). But that's a weight off my back now. And well, college is not that bad, but I'm a chronic procastinator.

Imagine if tigers had that annoying attitude domestic cats have. It'd easily be the worst animal ever. And with that wisdom, I'm off to bed.

And so, I survived for another day. So, it's 10:40 am, should I: a) Go to sleep now, wake up for dinner, or b) wait for lunch, then go to sleep and wake up after dinner time?

They are all landwhales. 60 HP.

Gonna take a 20 minute break from homework. It's looking good, I thought I couldn't make it but I'm very close to finishing. Also, thanks to brotastic teachers, what should be a 6 hours day is turned into a 20 minute day. The first subject teacher just said "Come in the last 15 minutes and I'll tell you the grades". The secound subject teachers said "Just come the first fifteen minutes, turn in the homework and GTFO!"

>Lasagna Oh cool, I love lasagna. My granddad makes the best lasagna ever. >For tea >A solid >As a beverage I just have two questions. With lemon, or with milk? And how many spoonfulls of sugar?

Still, to this day, nobody acknowledges the wall's achievement. 59 HP. (HURT THE WALL, HURT IT!)

I have to say I liked the "mang" fad way more than the "bro" fad. And the brofists. I don't like them very much, but at the same time they imply some stuff that a high-five just can't do. Mixed feelings about them.

I'm trying my best to make sense out of this, but I just can't. Please help me here.

Closing this thread until I'm done with my homework.

I'm kinda tempted to say "[bleep] the world, I ain't hafta work" and become a bum and live off trash and or my parents. IT's ALL FINE AS LONG AS I HAVE INTERNET!

Yes, mister?

What we've got here is failure to communicate

Everyone has gone insane. I assume fetal possition in a corner.

There seems to be a riot in the place. I knew I should have tipped the cucumber delivery man. The subjects S and H are fighting the subjects M and the delivery guy. The situation is confusing and I don't understand it. They seem to have acquired guns, possibly stolen from the security guards. As I exited through the entrance door, I locked it behind me, and heard a scraping sound on it, followed by what I can only describe as the sound of metal strings being burnt and torn. My only guess is that one of the subjects found the Sulfuric acid in the supply room.

Today, the cucumber delivery guy expressed doubt towards his need for medical attention after spending a considerable ammount of time looking at the patients. He seemed to relate to subject P. I didn't tip him.

Subjects S and H seem to have stolen a pair of doctor coats from the supply room. I caught them bullying Subject P, who was still in a daze from the testing. No damage was done. I am now putting each of them in an individual cell. I take this chance to remind the personell to keep all doors locked, and keep an eye on all subjects for as long as they are outside their cells.

But it's a 5 minute long video. Note to self: Subject P presents poor time perception. Possible cause of over exposition to Temazepan?