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This is a boring entry to fit the boring title. Everything in the world has the potential to be boring. See, it's like this: If you're around something or somebody, too long, you enter a state of opinion about it called "Boredom". When bored, you often say, "There's nothing too do, I'm bored!" An easy solution to this problem, is to work. Ask somebody if they have any work you can do, after awhile of working, anything is exciting. Unless you have a job. If you have a job, you can't decide to quit working for the dayafter, say, ten minutes. If you do, you might get fired. If you get fired, everything I said about work to ease boredom is caput. Another way to ease boredom is to do something else. If you do something else, make sure it's not related in any way to what you're bored with. Are you bored? If so, do what this entry says. Unless you're allergic to everything but what you're doing. So ends Improv Entry #2.
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That's all for now, folks. Please, be kind, reply.
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I pelt thee with Almonds! *Watches as Almond lodges in LK's hair*
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This was written out of pure boredom, and is meant to be read like a story/poem. Enjoy! Oh, it happened in the year of the ducky, Way back in ’07. It was the year o’ the Kumquat revolts, Starting in Paris, France. Some say it started in the fryer, others say the Eiffel Tower, I however know the truth, it happened in the Belfry. They just jumped up in May, and attacked Brother Ray. He screamed for help, but soon went silent as his dear old mother. They ran out the door, and down the steps, running down some tourists. As they went out to the street, they broke another’s wrists. Oh what a terrible sight to see, I’d never wish it on another. The Kumquats, they were everywhere, breaking down all the office doors, And ran down the peddlers. After all this, the army came, and they fought a losing battle. But after hours of fightin’ they turned the tides, And brought out the Kumquat cannons. These were mighty, and fought well, blowing ‘em to smithereens, With nothin’ left to tell of. Two days later, the city was gone, and not a Kumquat left, Where they went, and where they are, To this day remains a mystery to all but one. Me. I know where they went, And I know where they are, But for this planets safety, I’m not tellin’.