Write a Word

Posting post-its.

Wordies: Sack.

On Wizards of Waverly place just now, the adopted kid of the giants said he had a hobo sack.

Your word: Book

You like me, and I, like you, like me.

Books. We all know about them. We've all probably read one at one time or another. But why do teachers want you reading them?
It's because the books absorb your life force when you look into them. Why else would you get tired after hours of looking into them?
That doesn't happen when you look at other things.
The only thing that makes sense is that they absorb your life force through your eyes. Why else would reading be strenuous on your eyes? It just doesn't make any sense for you to get tired doing nothing but looking at something.

Your word: Conspiracy

Moo.

^Does the computer do the same thing? DD:

The conspiracy is a conspiracy. Think about it.

Wordies: Xylophones.

Shadows are usually linked with the absence of light, considering that is pretty much what they are. When you say "shadow", you'll probably think of darkness, Halloween, and night. In an attempt to be edgy, cool, or gothic this is commonly used in usernames. Despite all of this, I still love Shadow Dragon.


Your word: Time-travel

You like me, and I, like you, like me.

Tim travel is terrifying. Horrifyingly terrifying.

Your word: Couch

You like me, and I, like you, like me.

I enjoy laying on my couch after a good tim travel.

Your word: I... I don't know any words.

Moo.

Son of a mother fluffler...

Your word: Battery

You like me, and I, like you, like me.

HO, BATTERY, I want to write a joke about batteries with "Battery charges" in the punchline.

Your word: Fun.

Moo.

TONIIIGGGHHHTTTT
WE AAAREEEEE YOOOOUUUUNG
SO LET'S SET THE WORLD ON FIIIIRE
SO WE CAN GROW BRIGHTERRRRRR
THAN THE
SSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUHHHNNNNNNN


YOUR WORD: hair

You like me, and I, like you, like me.

My hair is gorgeous. So much better than your hair. My hair does everything I want it to. Like type.

Your word: Anti-disestablishmentarianism.

Moo.

I want my spaghetti with polenta of cheese

Word: bungaloo

You ask for evidence, dwell in passing sentiments, while we bask in eminence