To /b/ or not to /b/.  That is the question.  Well, obviously the answer is to /b/. 

That's right, 4chan Friday has reached it's climax.  The Random Board.  And just because I love (or hate, depending on how you look at it) you guys, I made a video.

Just so you know, trying to censor out all of the random penises and naked pictures on /b/ without motion tracking is really annoying.

As I said in the video, /b/ is far from the only worth-while board on 4chan. Unlike the old days, it's hard to find stuff that isn't copypasta and general newfaggery. It's more for shock value and to call other people fags. It's basically the condensed version of the internet.

And now you know everything you will ever need (or want) to know about 4chan. Now go out and troll some people, you faggots :D.

Power. Energy. Sugar and Caffiene Buzz.
Which one of these do not belong?

You can probably tell by the Epic Drink Time I did that I like energy drinks, but there's limits. One of these limits is noon.  A Monster plus whatever else you can get out of a vending machine does not equal a good breakfast.  Especially right before weight training.  I'm no expert on nutrition (or even weight training) but I can figure out when I'm about to collapse while running on the treadmill.  And not just because I'm a lazy fat-ass who is allergic to working out.

I normally skip my morning shower before going to weight training, because I'm going to get sweaty and have to take one after anyways.  So why not wait until after to eat as well?  Sure, it's only been 10 hours since my last meal, who cares about metabolism anyways?

"My arms felt tired there for a second.  I'll just take a break and re-energize with this 16 serving bull sweat concoction complete with glucose, fructose, sucrose, and all the other 'oses' you can jam into 16 servings!"  I'm sorry, but that doesn't work.  The increased heart rate from jogging on the treadmill combined with the increased heart rate from your caffeine IV will probably kill you.  Combined with something like a doughnut and having your heart trying to pump the globs of fat through your swollen veins is probably bad.  But Like I said, just a regular old non-expert here.

Large piece of fried dough> cardiac muscles.

So I guess if you're not headed to a workout, Doritos and a Rockstar will cut it.  At least if you want to stay awake for that class then crash later.

I HAD A UNANIMOUS DECISION WITH MYSELF TODAY (if that's even possible) THAT THIS BLOG DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH OF AN INTERNET-LIKE FEEL, SO HERE'S A VIDEO OF A CAT.


And now for more making fun of Justin Bieber.

Beethoven has a pretty awesome voice.

Yes, Mondays suck.

One day, there was a man named Jesus.  He died.  Three days later, he rose from the dead... and he wanted brains.  Because the consumption of brains nowadays is looked down upon, we hand out nasty boiled eggs-- which kind of have the same texture and probably flavor-- to all the little children.

Unfortunately, Jesus and the Easter Bunny couldn't show up today (they were too busy being IMAGINARY) so you've got me, The Troll Man. 

Don't forget Easter bear!

As a kid, I remember foraging for eggs in my backyard.  My dad would always hide the green ones in the grass, jerk.  After that I would gorge myself on stupid amounts of choc... oh ya, my parents didn't let me have chocolate as a kid saying I was "allergic to it."  I got shitty carob (which tastes like crap)  and jellybeans.  Not even the good ones either, the ones that will make you barf because of all the food coloring.   Why is this even a holiday, anyways?  Oh ya...

Just to make sure that the kids nowadays can have just a shitty of a childhood as you did, you can do something like this:
 Mission Accomplished.  Enjoy your yolk, brats.

As I finish up my last semester of schooling here before I go off to a four year college, I have realized one thing about community college:  It's just like an anime.

Nobody takes a community college seriously.  It's like I'm living in my own little slice of life comedy, minus the comedy part.  And probably a smaller slice since I'm here in the cave most of the time anyways.  But there are some connections made nevertheless:

Sometimes the teachers are younger than the students. 

No, unlike Pani Poni Dash, we don't have any 10-year-old geniuses who graduated MIT teaching us.  It's almost the opposite, with the teachers professors having only a degree just above what we would be getting once we complete the class.  Why am I not the one teaching this class?  On top of that, there's always the old geezers trying to take a class for the "fun of it," then asking questions well into the passing period.

There are also those "people."  You know those people.  Those people that fall into their own group.  Usually, this group includes themselves only.  In anime, they're usually the main character, usually not in class because they are out engaged in card battles l or something.  Or they could be the character that runs around and randomly bursts into song.  In anime, these people are normal.  In Community College, these are "those people."

In the cafeteria during lunch, I can already pick out these people easily, especially since they always sit at the same tables permanently marked by the greasy stains from their Magic cards. The Micheal Jackson kid sings very loud, and is really not hard to miss either.  Also, we can't forget about the pokemanz.
Class?  What class?  Nobody goes to class.  Mostly because community college is just a repeat of high school, except that your parents won't get a call when you do skip.  Anime characters of course have things like fighting evil to do, so they really can't come to class either.  Either that, or they're in the back corner having a plot-progressing monologue.  Plot?  I just want to play Minecraft on my laptop.