They say that three percent of people Use five to six percent of their brain Ninety-seven percent use just three percent And the rest goes down the drain I'll never know which one I am But I'll bet you my last dime Ninety-nine percent think we're three percent One-hundred percent of the time

[Verse 2] They say sixty-five percent of all statistics Are made up right there on the spot Eighty-two-point-four percent of people believe 'em Whether they're accurate statistics or not I don't know what you believe But I do know there's no doubt I need another double-shot of something ninety-proof I got too much to think about

[Chorus] Too much to think about Too much to figure out Stuck between hope and doubt It's too much to think about [Verse 3] They say seventy-four percent of everything you learn in college Is a bunch a bullshit you'll never need Eighty-three-point-four percent of everything you got You bought to satisfy your greed Because ninety-one percent of the world's population Links possessions to success Even though eighty-eight percent of the wealthiest one percent Of the population drinks to an alarming excess More money, more stress

[Chorus] It's too much to think about Too much to figure out Stuck between hope and doubt It's too much to think about Pick it now

[Verse 4] They say seventy-four percent of all statisticians Truly hate their fricking jobs The average bank robber lives within, say About twenty miles of the bank that he robs There's this little bank not far from here That I've been watching now a while Seems like lately alls I can think about's How bad I wanna go out in style [Chorus] It's too much to think about Too much to figure out Stuck between hope and doubt It's too much to think about, hey hey It's too much to think about, amen It's too much to think about

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Embed About Genius Annotation 1 contributor “Statistician Blues” by Todd Snider and Jenni Finlay appears on Snider’s 2002 album, New Connection.

Considered by some to be a typical Snider Stoner song, it revels in statistics and what to do with your life.

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Really simple idea: on rdrama.net/marseys it says each marseys total usage. If you make a marsey with total usage >1,000, you get a special badge for creating a high-value Marsey.

This encourages higher-quality marseys to be made and ticks off carp for being a badge suggestion. I see no downsides.

Hi

Julius Eastman looking hella sus, too

They're asking leafs to be ready to start driving to Ottawa. Also asking for Trudeau to sit with them tomorrow.

Does anyone know if we can report every post on the site as “promoting” hate so that AEO is everywhere and cant actually get an actual hateful post?

Berserk

Monster

Planetes

Boku no Pico

Cowboy Bebop

Hajime no Ippo

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 08th MS Team

Gundam 08th MS Team

Haiyore Nyaruko San

Kara no Kyoukai

Code Geass

Amagi Brilliant Park

Hunter x Hunter

naruto

one piece

bleach

KissxSis

Pui Pui Molcar

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Fill it with age play porn. It should go well in their zello chats.

https://vocaroo.com/16hHqZnGbnzP

This was the post anyone who got mad about scalping was linked to during the glory days of r/loveforscalpers. Endless swarms of manchildren getting mad and getting called out for their racism and general disgusting ways.

A genuinely beautiful drama moment where dramatards of all size (above 6'0) and colour (non-white) got together and created one of the funniest - if most short-lived subs - I've seen. Redditors got extremely mad about their video games, we called them out for their racism.

An example of how you don't just need to troll leftoids or rightoids, there are perfectly apolitical people who are also complete mouth-breathers you can turn into lolcows.

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams, I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never shared

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I, "You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you"

But my words, like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls

In tenement halls"

And whispered in the sound of silence