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July 28, 2008 | by  | in Opinion |
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Top five things predictive text thinks are words (Nokia 2118):

By Ralph
1. Elbog
2. Gigabounk
3. Spillador
4. Sprodbucks
5. Upwank

Top five reasons to write top fives:
1. It’s shorter than a letter
2. I can’t be fucked doing anything else
3. Saves you from stabbing someone in the face
4. You’ll be famous
5. Fuck knows

Top five reasons to stab someone in the face:
1. It’ll stop overpopulation
2. It’ll stop them from starving
3. They might be emo
4. You’ll be famous
5. Test out your sweet new blade

Top 5 reasons not to go to class
by Dominique
1. Being bored to death
2. Paul Tompkinson: see above
3. John Singleton: see .1
4. Sleep
5. Law readings

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