Can I go home? This is unfavoriteful. I gotta sit here for another hour with nothing to do.
I wrote my email… I did my work… I took my lunch… I phoneicized … I wrote in my xanga… (right now I mean)… I read some Bible verses… I hacked into all my friends bank accounts and gave them each 2 cents… I vacuumed the floor, the parking lot and some trees outside… I memorized the entire Bible in 12 translations and even wrote 3 translations of my own… I left like 24.8 comments on people’s pages… I counted my left arm hairs (98349823049781)… I made a map of Feb. in Word (if anyone knows how to spell this month’s name please help me out)… I made a joke about something to this lady (she said “common fax, hurry up” and I said “you’ll have to speak up, faxes are hard of hearing”)… I circled this freckle I have on my hand with a permanent marker and then tried to rub it off… I pulled up these stupid elastic less black socks 100 freakin’ times… I made the Bat Mobile with a rubber band… I went and bought juice for one of my employee’s retirement parties… I thought way too much about something… I cracked my knuckles and wrists 50-gazillian times… I tried to work on a comic… I went to the bathroom and talked to the guy who brushes his teeth at work all the time… I planted some dynamite on the statue of Napoleon (I have no idea if that was a joke)… I put on chap stick… I accidentally broke the tip of a pen thinking it was the other side… I ate like 3 of them candies that are caramel with white-stuff in the middle… I refilled my stapler… I listened to a coworker talk about how I should get out on the road and do music instead of doing all these things that I’m writing down right now… I drank a lot of the juice that was left-over from the breakfast party… I had an official-important-work-related talk with a government employee in front of my boss (yes! I’m cool or something!)… I put pencils in cups (okay, maybe not that one)… I did cartwheels down the stairs (definitely that one)… I made up some football plays (for no reason, I don’t even know how to play it really)… I listened to some different people’s music for a while… I wrote the longest run-on sentence ever… and… gosh that’s it really… boring day huh?
I’d like someone to try to beat that. Yeah! 
mmm…. does it even count as a run-on sentence? It’s probably actually like a bunch of sentences and fragment sentences strung together with some of these…
5 bucks for anyone who can count the number of sets of “…” on this post.
Take care everyone. Don’t make fun of nice children who dedicate their free time to helping old ladies cross the street.
Why did the old lady cross the road? So someone would have to help her. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Adam! First, I want you to know that while I was reading your post I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. And then the guy next to me laughed at me. Secondly, I think that you probably have really hairy arms. Thirdly, there are 40 “…” in your post. You owe me.
well adam, my day has been kinda the same in the sense that it’s really boring and I had to listen to this guy jabber about dead people and how life is so weird that people kill each other or how robbers should die and be shot in the head so they can’t sue you when they trip over a hose while stealing from you blah blah blah is how it went and after that point I kinda lost interest but instead of hearing what he was saying I was annoyed by the dry sound of his tounge moving in his mouth then later even more annoyed while he talked with his mouth full of food, not getting the hint that I’m actually not listening to him as I even stopped the “uh huh” thingy you do when you don’t really care what they are saying rather he just kept going on and on and I felt like i was starting to go crazy looking at the duct tape and imagining my self jumping over the desk and wrapping him up into a huge duct ball but that would probably take soooo much tape that this puny little tape real could no way contain so i’ll just pretend that I did it even thought it doesn’t mute out the annoying dry, full mouth of noise in my ear that doesn’t ever stop as if it is a broken record that or a person who’s been locked in a closet for 50yrs with no one to talk to and is just now getting that opportunity to say something
what in the world? i just tried to go back to fix an error and it wouldn’t let me type again on my run-on sentence.. oh well.. it was pretty boring anyways.. you win
HAHAHAHA!! You’re awesome Sean. What do you mean “you win”? Yeah man, I don’t know what’s up with xanga… or maybe the government did something with our computers so they don’t work right to keep us from taking over the world.
i tried to beat your run on sentence.. lol
please!!!!!! aahhhhh you’re driving me crazy… seriously stop it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean, are you okay? That’s like an infinity of those… Now this page is all goofy.