- TYPE YOUR NAME: Aaron
- TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR ELBOW: \z\dkln
- TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR EYES SHUT: Aaron
- TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR CHIN: aaron
- SLAM YOUR FACE ON THE KEYBOARD: ykjui
At the grocery store. Orange juice was available as:
- No Pulp
- With Pulp
- MORE Pulp
- LOADED With Pulp
They did not have the other levels which are, in order of increasing pulpitude:
- Loaded With Even More Pulp
- Extra Loaded With Lots Of Pulp
- Holy Shit, That’s A Lot Of Pulp
- Seriously. There’s A Lot Of Pulp In This Motherfucker.
- Stop Fucking With Me. Who Would Want This Much Pulp?
- I’m Not Fucking With You. There’s So Much God Damned Pulp In This Sumbitch That You Should Forget A Straw Because You’ll Need A Fucking Ladle.
- Screw The Ladle. Get A Carving Knife.
- No Longer Juice. Slightly Damp Pulp.
- An Orange
valainaa asked: Hey. I have no idea who you are, but you seem neat. :D
I am Aaron. XD Fool :P
How likely is it that both of your closest friends suddenly changed? Suddenly become mean, horrible people and rude inconsiderate friends who leave you when you need them most? It’s possible I suppose… But when you are the only one to notice this change (well that and all the people you lie to for their support), logically, one would presume that it’s you who has changed for the worst.
That moment when you realize you’ve done irreversible damage, you just let things build up too high, and you’ve made too many mistakes to possibly fix it..
Then you just start a new game of Tetris.
P.S. I love Tetris.

