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Hi guys, this is a topic. Let's make it fun, shall we?

Ok, I like to pronounce scissors as skizzors.

I spell "skillz" with a z. Even at school. On paper.

szillk?

You definately do not have skillz.

I think JKL;!!!!! tried to spell "silk".

i spell phail with a ph.

Don't we all?!...

scissors sounds weird.

Although I read your advertisement, I'm afraid I must refuse to post in this topic.

What are you going to do instead?

I haven't decided yet. I have plenty of work left to do, so that means I've done a pretty good job procrastinating so far.

None the less, I have an entirely irrelevant story for all to enjoy:

I was at a fancy party the other day, not that I wanted to be there, of course. I had hours upon hours of time to spend upon talking to people I didn't like, staring at the walls and eating questionable foods. I decided to go for the later and hit the desert table. While in truth I could have grabbed a plate and simply taken one of everything, I decided to make certain to beat [i]around[/i] the bush several times before going ahead and beating the bush itself.

After several minutes of staring at the foods, I picked up what seemed to be a brownie-like substance in between two gram crackers. "Safe and simple," I thought as I popped it into my mouth only to find out that the brownie-like substance was filled with assorted nuts, raisins and other misc. things I didn't like. Apparently, this was also the prime time for random people to start conversations with me.

Oh I had no intention of finishing the vile treat, so after minutes of shrugging people off in search of a trash can and answering questions with nods, grunts and Fonzie-esque thumbs-up signs, I had come to the conclusion that there wasn't a single trash can in the entire building. Using my cleverness and a napkin, I spit it out and left it on someone else's table. They deserved it for bringing a dessert like that to the party anyways...not that I have any idea whether it was their table or not. Oh well. THE END.

Bah. Partays suck.
I mean, partays that you don't fit in.
And with sucky cookies.
But you should've just get drunk and sing with people.. and tell them stupid things.. that always helps.

Unfortunately there was no alcohol at said party, or I would've been done five minutes after stepping through the doorway. I don't sing, either. I'm that enigmatic and cynical, yet elegantly-dressed guy who shows up at parties because he feels guilty about not going, but doesn't actually want to be there.


The last party was a different story, however. I'm not sure what happened after I located the free booze, but I was told there was classy music and dancing. All I remember was being hungry and consuming an entire box of crackers.

You should write a book about that...

or a story!

... I get it!... An Irrelevant Story!...
That'd would be great!...

once upon a time, this dude said i'm kewl.

If we all started spelling kewl (as in cool) like you spell it, then would it eventually change?

no, the Earth would start spinning upside down.

It would be kewl.