Mash your hand on the keyboard - Post results!

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...when were we supposed to stop?

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Wow this is constructive.








HOW DID I WRITE THAT BY MASHING MY HAND ON THE KEYBOARD?!

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To be, or not to be, — that is the question: —
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To die, to sleep, —
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; —
To sleep, perchance to dream: — ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death, —
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know naught of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.



Wow I'm good

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Ohh! Its music to my ears!
Oh man!
How can i describe the way i feel?!
It's f***in great man!..ok!
Let me see
How can i begin?

Locked in Mariah's wine cellar all I had for lunch,
Was bread wine, more bread wine, and captain crunch,
Red wine for breakfast and for brunch,
And to soak it up and in between snack, crackers to munch,
Mariah, whatever happened to us, why did we have to break up,
All I asked for was a glass of punch,
You see, I never really asked for much,
I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such,
A nasty breakup with that Latin Hunk
Luis Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the f*** up,
I'm not playin, I want her back ya punk,
This is Hello Kitty bedspread satin funk,
Mixed with egyptian, with a little rap and punk
Zapp and Eric Clapton, (Shaft?), Frank Zappa crunk,
And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya,
You can beat me with any spatula that ya want
I mean I really want ya bad ya c***,
Nick you had your fun,
I've come to kick you in your sack of junk,
Man I could use a fresh batch of blood,
So prepare your vernacular for dracula acupunc-ture

(Chorus)
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease, for Pete sakes he's crazy, to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
What's going through my mind half the time, when I rhyme, while blowing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Sombody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, blowing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a madman, holding a Glad bag

You can be a permanent fixture,
In my lyrical mixture,
I'm the miracle whip trickster
My sig-nature sound, when a tube of lipstick's around,
I'm bound to put on in an instant, wow
Man what an ensemble, what an assortment of pharma-
Ceuticals,this beautiful, pill dust in my palm, my
Cuticles get residue just from touching the bottle,
Never knew I could remind me so much of my mama,
I'll cut you like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya,
The size of a sword boy, I'm like the f***in' Red Sonja,
Get it stuck in your cornea,
Nice knowin ya Norman,
You're so f***in' annoyin,
Drop the shovel boy, you don't know what the f*** your doing
I ain't playin' no f***in' more,
Nick Cannon ya prick, I wish ya luck with the f***in whore,
Every minute there's a sucker born,
Snuck up on Malachai made the motherf***er suck on a shuck of corn,
Shuck of, shuck of corn, shuck of corn,
Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's f***ing on,
Man what the f*** are ya doin',
You're runnin' over the snow blower,
With the lawnmower, blow on your
Bagpipes from Baghdad

(Chorus)
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease, for Pete's sake he's crazy, to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
What's going through my mind half the time, when I rhyme, while blowing on my,
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Sombody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, blowing on my,
Bagpipes from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a madman, holding a gladbag,

In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables,
I bet you they become heterosexual,
Nothing will stop me from molesting you,
Titty f***ing you till your breast nipple
Flesh, tickles my testicles,
Is what i said to the two conjoined twins,
How's it going girlfriends, you need a boyfriend,
You need some ointment, just set up an appointment,
Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin flip
I just got my one year sobriety coin chip,
When the bad get going, how bad does the going get
Baby you shouldn't have any trouble rubbing groins with
Each other, especially when you're joined at the hip,
I'm going to get a needle, and thread from the sewing kit,
And attempt to separate em and stitch them back at the loin shit,
Lure the little boy with the chocolate chips ahoy chip
Cookie, lookie even took me a polaroid, flick

(Chorus)
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease, for Pete's sake he's crazy, to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
What's going through my mind half the time, when I rhyme, while blowing on my,
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Sombody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, blowing on my,
Bagpipes from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a madman, holding a gladbag, uh
Bagpipes from Baghdad

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[The Goob, phd (is Jobbing)]

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