Epsilon

Call me cowardly, but I find the thought of sleep paralysis to be terrifying... I couldn't imagine intentionally causing it. I'm not afraid of the dark whatsoever, I'm moderately afraid of spiders and snakes, but the thought of a hallucinatory Bogey Man bearing down on my chest and paralyzing me is just something I wouldn't induce for anything. Granted, I've always had this slight urge to lucid dream, but I wouldn't use this method if you paid me.

uE5xZKszXMQ Perhaps I'm just childish, but my sides hurt after watching this.

If I made a Let's Play with these graphics, it would be named "the worst Minecraft commentary of all time."

Epsilon sneaks to the now derelict hill and claims it.

My cat Keegan... no, I am not the one responsible for naming him.

If a mutated grasshopper has 650 toes, find the density of the moon.

Yeah, I actually recall reading that that phenomenon (that certain generations consider their succeeding ones to be inferior to theirs) occurred even centuries ago, so it's possible it's just some sort of natural effect, but franchises like Call of Duty being incredibly popular just make me wonder what happened to video games.

Big Macintosh is now Halloweenified.

The state of pop culture is generally deplorable... I posted a music-related vent a while back; it concerned the transition of 96.1 from a rock station to a station airing hackneyed pop, hip-hop, rap, etc. Then there's the state of video games as you've said... I'm also feeling as if the quality of the film industry is declining; I can't remember the last time I genuinely ENJOYED going to see a movie.

With Halloween just around the corner, I suppose I myself should be opening up Paint.NET to make yet another artistic abomination...

I had a dream that there existed a disease known as "Brown Radio Tower Disease," and I was researching it on Wikipedia. Sometimes I wonder what my subconscious self is smoking.

1596 - Continuing from what Psychotic Ninja said, Shakespeare is most likely writing his boatload of sonnets at this point, on which my Literature teacher assigned an incredibly frustrating presentation to conduct.

Tissues without a triangular head lice be it with controller is the noodle man of ice pops and radio; yes, thanks.

Close, but Alyxx is actually a robot pretending to be a woman pretending to be a woman pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman.

http://aim400kg.ru/train/?a=ea&ln=en I'm currently addicted to this... my record thus far is 41,600.

EIGHT STUNNING FLAVORS! My horseshoe epitomized that golf cart, didn't it?

Nothing/nobody fixes damage inflicted by Saxton Hale except for Saxton Hale.

My only somewhat trite response wins everything.

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[sTFUc] ShØcker :3: OP PYRO ± Crawfish: gg but play a real class next time I received these responses after playing against two Soldiers in MGE... I'm still wondering how the Pyro isn't "a real class."

J.C. once told me that I "have a movie villain thing going on." You blow me out of the water in that regard.

If my octagon-flavored watermelon Philip closes his eyelids for a longer time period than it takes to burp an albino squirrel with OCD, he becomes the punchline of all of the jokes at his school of Ethiopian nail clippers and oddly shaped dictionary monkeys.

u wot m8 How can I increase my IQ after it was devastated due to the incoherence of the above text?

Get up, dust yourself off, and refuse to let something as mundane as a fall impede your progress in becoming a football-playing astronaut with a mustache. An army of Gordon Freeman clones is about to square off against Saxton Hale and his army of mantis men. What can I do to prevent the universe from imploding?