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If you've been injured in an accident, you know the headache involved in finding a good attorney.

There was smoke all up in Penn Station today and I was like "omg terrorists lol." But that wasn't the case, as a recording told us every minute that the smoke was due to electrical problems, and that all trains would be delayed 20 to 30 minutes. This was a blessing in disguise. Cause, you see, if it weren't for the delay, I'd have missed the train by 5 minutes and, in turn, missed my Bio class at 12:50pm.

So I was to be on time for class because of a delay, and how did I celebrate the delicious irony? Well, class is going on right now and I'm at home watching Food Network, learning where to find the hottest hot sauce. I wonder what I'd be learning in class. My guess is PROBABLY SOMETHING THAT WOULD HELP ME GET OVER A 67 ON THE NEXT TEST. Unless the test is on the hottest hot sauce, in which case I'd get at least a 75. I'm not good at tests and things. I got an 1180 on my SAT and the fucking thing was "named after me," as they used to say over and over and over.

These dumb fuckers on the Food Network are telling the camera how chili had an affect on their lives. "I've been eating chili since 6th grade." Shut the fuck up, honestly. "It's addicting, I love chili." Get a life, old man. But then, I wonder what I'd say if they needed a word about chili from me. I might as well rehearse, "I eat so much fucking chili that pure chili comes out my ass instead of shit. I eat so much chili they changed my fucking name to Dinty Moore. I love chili so much that I eat it in the shower, the golden shower. I'd kill a man for chili."

I wish these Food Network knucklefucks wouldn't lie so much just to make food more interesting. This family on right now claimed to have driven 100 miles just to eat some dude's pickles. BULLSHIT. And they're all trying to do that tongue twister, "Peter Piper did a bunch of shit that involved the letter P somehow," and they're messing up on purpose, I know it. It's not that hard to say, "Peter Piper pulled pis pickled penis pout py puckered poophole."

People on the Food Network tell the worst anecdotes. Worse than mine even.

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How much does a Panda Bear weigh?

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I drew this the other day when I was bored:



Homer doesn't look so bad; but he was the easiest. I don't know why Lisa looks so evil. And obvious that I just shrunk Lisa to make Maggie, but I'm not ashamed. I didn't even want to draw anymore by the end. After I drew Bart I was wiped out. My next one is going to be Home Movies characters. Then Spongebob. We'll see where it goes from there.

Fuck Iron Chef America, man. Fuck Food Network.

Somebody needs to brush up on their English. Drita, I'm looking in your direction:



They broke the mold when they made Drita.