#rhythm heaven seesaw

[octowoman2419]

(there is some) tangotronic doodles part 7

now with a wider variety of characters! :0

#rhythm heaven #rhythm heaven megamix #nintendo #tangotronic 3000 #henna’s art #rhythm heaven fanart #doodles #ringside #rhythm Heaven wrestler #reporter and wrestler #rhythm heaven reporter #karate Joe #karate senior #rhythm Heaven fever #see and saw #rhythm heaven seesaw #frog hop #rhythm heaven monkey #rhythm heaven tibby

[someonefromyt]

THESE GUYS..,..,,

#simping #simp #f/o #See and Saw #Screwbot #screwbots #see #saw #seesaw #rhythm heaven fever #screwbot factory #rhythm heaven seesaw #rhythm heaven screwbot factory #shitpost #❤❤❤ #I LOVE AND LIVE FOR THEM

[charmcoin]

what is the best rhythm heaven minigame and why is it tap troupe

#pers #rhythm heaven tier list is like... packing pests tap troupe seesaw... i don't know #and lockstep i love lockstep because i'm a freak #ringside gets an honorable mention as well. for obvious reasons #everything else is fine

[eddeyrie]

My art of mbredboy31′s pets Thalan and Nan for this year’s Neopets Christmas Exchange in Rhythm Heaven’s seesaw. Took me over a week to do.

#neopets #Neoart #neoart exchange #zafara #xweetok #rhythm heaven #rhythm heaven fever #seesaw

[wpmz]

worst part about getting into rhythm heaven is it just absolutely ruins u if u vocal stim like now i got all these fuckin noises to make and they come with patterns and rhythms already attached to them like its so over

#this post brought to you by me whispering 'ee oh uh oh ee oh uh oh eeoh uhoh' like the guys from seesaw under my breath #and earlier wubbadubbadub is that true? #and 123 321 together #and ook ee eek👏eek👏 #i could go on #like. and ok i say getting into rhythm heaven but the worst part is i havent even played the games yet #i've just seen other ppl play it and keep listening to custom remixes on youtube #and now i've got all these noises and by god am i saying them

[tmwwriting]

Title: Make a heaven of hell Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI) Chapter: 1/3 Word Count: 8.8K Tags/Warnings: Lucas Grey x female reader. No use of Y/N. Smut. Porn with plot (lots of plot). Bleak. Angst. Hurt No Comfort. Grimdark. Seedy strip club. Vixen Club from Hitman: Absolution x1000. General gross vibes. Hostile work environment. Illegal activities. Set during Lucas's mercenary years. Reader is a dancer. Both damaged and unhinged in their own ways (how can this go wrong?) Unhealthy relationships. Friends with benefits. Threats of violence. Threats of gender-based violence. Background/implied/referenced violence. Implied/Referenced Prostitution. Minor Original Character(s). Death of Minor Original Character(s). Undernegotiated Everything. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Dry humping. Fingering. Oral sex. PIV sex. CNC. Stranger sex. Unprotected sex. Semi-public sex. Rough sex. Hard kinks. Consensual but NOT safe or sane. Dark fic. Ambiguous/Open Ending. Dead dove: do not eat. A/N: Gonna have to keep writing fics set in Grey's merc years just so I can keep making hostile work environment jokes. And shout out to John Milton's 400 year old poem for the fic & chapter titles.

AO3: (X)

It's a familiar rhythm. Terms. Conditions. No hard feelings.

(Pretty songbirds belong in pretty cages, and running out the clock only works if you're the winning side.)

chapter i. in the lowest deep a lower deep

The other girls notice him first. There's a possessive tenor to their stories, the way the words curl in their mouths in a haughty bestowing, interrupted only as they part for you; you rush to the counter, wincing and clutching your bag, slotting between them and a chorus of "welcome back" before they continue, the giggling and chattering so fever-pitched you fear for the structural integrity of their vocal cords.

On a normal night you'd drop everything to get in on the gossip, kick up your feet and settle in, warm yourself by the campfire of other peoples' trivialities. But there's no time, the last bits of sand trickling down the top of the hourglass, the grit of it sinking between your teeth, even though you've broken every traffic law in the book in your efforts to get here faster. (And no doubt irreparably ruining your relationship with the scrap heap you call a car.) You've both made it though, so all's well that ends well, no matter how much the engine wails at you in protest. Stupid thing.

"And the one always in the corner, don't forget him!"

"The blonde?"

"No, no, the dark one across from him, the good-looking one. I think he—"

You'd sigh—the impatient exhale of coming in mid-story—if it wouldn't fuck up your painstaking, halting attempts at a cat eye. No matter how you angle yourself or your hand (sharp inhales when you lift your arm and move something painful behind your ribs), every flick of the gel pen leaves you more and more uneven in an odd seesaw of black ink. Cocking your head in the mirror and staring in stunned disbelief only brings the mess into further focus: definitely more Marcel Marceau than Sophia Loren, and it only gets worse. This liner clearly hates you and wants you dead—perhaps from all the times you've dropped it on grimy bathroom floors—and it's five seconds away from being javelined across the room before Maria finally takes pity on your increasingly frustrated strokes. She deftly slips the offending pen from your hand as she sits you down and goes to work fixing your face.

"Have you seen him yet?" She asks you, practically humming, so close the brightness of her aches to look at. "He's usually with a few others, at least these past couple of nights. They all look military to me, but Susy says no, too wild."

"That, and they sound British," Susy says, shrugging her shoulders and swinging her manicured feet from her perch on the countertop. Cigarette ashes gather below. You can see the No Smoking sign in the reflection of a mirror—an old joke and sour, pungent punch line. "D'you think we're being invaded by the British Army?"

This causes a cascade from the others:

"You've clearly never worked a club near a barracks—"

"Practically French, the way you'd surrender—"

"Horizontal collaboration, was it?"

"Taking your Chanel obsession a little far—"

The argument escalates without any input from you, with much maligning of various nationalities, Maria insisting that some of the men are actually American, and Susy rebutting that her handsome one, at least, is British.

"If they tip well, I don't care if they're the FBI or MI5," is all the answer you give when they turn to you as the tie breaker, kicking off another round of giggling about how good the men would look in suits, and whether they'd keep their weapons on them during sex. You do sigh, then, but not all the chirping that follows is useless, and you tuck away the tidbits of information that filter through: who stacks dances, who asks for extras, who tips well or not at all, and then more speculation about the glowering dreamboat who spoke only just enough for the girls to ascertain his accent. There's a pang of conscience from somewhere deep inside, stashed out of sight in the dark recesses of some boarded-up ruin—hunting your friends' regulars is a little low, but. . . Maybe these new guys do have money, and maybe one of them will be careless enough that you'll be able to buy yourself something nice this weekend.

It depends on the group, whether this becomes a windfall for the club or a complete shit show. Complete shit show is the safer bet—odds so short no bookie would take you up on it. These guys don't sound military, but you need to see for yourself. Experience is the best teacher: you get all kinds here, the allure of such a lively, colorful watering hole bringing everyone in from their arid planes of existence, and by now you have a pretty solid idea of what to expect from a guy just by the look of him.

Most are boring. Faceless. Excruciatingly normal. Just looking for an escape from the suburban nightmare of their daily lives, bitching and moaning as though someone's holding a gun to their head, making them work that shitty job or cave to a girlfriend's demands for marriage and babies and a white picket fence. They treat dancers like therapists, even in the champagne rooms (a real therapist would be a lot cheaper—they wouldn't have to tip those). If the guys are regulars, you know their kids' birthdays and the drama with their coworkers. Good, boring, decent take home. Things get spicier when the Delgados and Morenos start arguing over turf, as though there's not multiple routes to traffic narcotics from one side of the globe to the other; oh no, they need this little corner of the world, the bastards. Every decrepit, pot-holed street in the city will overflow with their violence, always catching more than one dancer in the floodwaters that spill over into the club. Doesn't help that management will dam the doors open for them. You try and stay far away if any happen to saunter in—bad news all around. 

Mercenaries, though. . . hit or miss. Some will tip well for a dance or two, and some are like the men from the cartels. They'll take what they want, and your menace of a boss won't care as long as they empty their wallets in the process. You try not to think of the girls who have gone missing over the years. 

There's a reason this place doesn't offer health insurance.

Continue reading on AO3.

#hitman #hitman fanfiction #lucas grey #lucas grey x reader #dark fic #x reader #x female reader

[cryptid-kratt-kid]

Wild Kratts AUs as Rhythm heaven games because why the fuck not? Part 1

Feral Martin is Karate Man Returns! from Rhythm Heaven Megamix.

I can't really tell why, but this game just screams Feral Martin to me. Also he'd be way too full of himself to bother checking his flow so I chose the Megamix version of this game instead of the original.

Canon Martin is Flipper Flop from Rhythm Heaven Fever.

It was a battle between this game and Bluebirds from Rhythm Heaven DS, because they both just fit him so well. I chose Flipper Flop because it's cuter LMAO.

Acid Green Chris (Was his name Hunter Z? I don't fully remember I'm sorry @krazykratts ) is Dog Ninja from Rhythm Heaven Megamix

IDK why this game just reminded me of him LMAO. Also I did the Megamix one instead of the original from DS because I highly doubt that he'd put up with the flick controls from that game (I don't know anyone who unironically enjoys Rhythm Heaven DS's flick controls LMAO)

The Canon Bros, when together, are Seesaw from Rhythm Heaven fever.

Do I really need to explain this? Look at it!!! It describes the both of them perfectly!!!

#wild kratts #wild kratts au #feral kratts au #acid green au #Youtube

[rhythmsauce]

More see saw possibly? Maybe they’re hanging out with Tramp and Pauline!

hanging out....................... BESTIES....................

#mod dj yellow 💛 #sauceposting #rhythm heaven #rhythm tengoku #rhythm heaven fever #seesaw #see and saw #tram and poline

[cyberaxolotl]

I’m working on a custom remix ! Here are the actual sprite edits

And here are the sinful things I created on a whim.

#rhythm heaven #rhythm tengoku #shitpost #my edits #sprite edits #see and saw #seesaw #screwbot factory #double date #humanized see and saw go brrrr

[scarlett-v-the-fox]

When the seesaw inspection goes well

#rhythm heaven #seesaw #this track is fire!!! #meme

[evil-k-girl]

Why am I posting this when it’s not New Years?

#seesaw #game and watch #mr game and watch #pacman #gemini #space invaders #rhythm heaven #henry stickmin #rita #toca life world #cuphead #new year post when its not new years

[zhbg9224]

Yes I love the Rhythm Heaven series

Yes I love the Danganronpa series

Yes I want a mashup of both series

Yes I deeply regret making this drawing

#rhythm heaven #rhythm heaven fever #see-saw #danganronpa #ndrv3 #ndrv3 spoilers #chabashira tenko #shinguuji korekiyo #seesaw effect #crossover

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

basically rhythm heaven fever

okay i’ve done this with ds and tengoku so now it’s time to do it with fever. enjoy.

hole in one - monkey

screwbot factory - how zoomed in is this if they look so small despite being really fucking huge

see-saw - i don't think this is how seesaws work

double date - i can't decide if i should make a space soccer joke or not tbh

remix 1 - fun fact: all the games in this remix are actually connected, the island the balls are getting swung to in hole in one is where the double date couple is, in the background of double date you can see where see-saw is, and in screwbot factory you can see the island in the background

fork lifter - fork

tambourine - DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH ook DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH happiness noises

board meeting - i don't think this is how board meetings work

monkey watch - "aw this looks cute- oh no" -basically what it's like playing monkey watch the first time

remix 2 - how the fuck do you do the first tambourine part

working dough - uh i got nothing

built to scale - DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH, DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH, DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH duh duh duh duh duh duh

air rally - i don't think this is how badmition works

figure fighter - yeah i got nothing

remix 3 - SHIVERING COLD ON A BIG CITY NIGHT, YEAH THAT'S JUST HOW YOU FOUND ME WAY BACK THEN- AND IN THE SUDDEN BLINK OF AN EYE, I KNEW MY LIFE WAS UP FOR A CHANGE-

ringside - something something memes haha funny

packing pests - i don't think this is how jobs work and if it is then i'm kind of concerned

micro-row - they're just dudes swimming

samurai slice - "okay this seems easy enough- fuck i can't see" -playing samurai slice for the first time probably

remix 4 - low-key one of fever's best remixes

catch of the day - imagine your species just being named based on how you eat bait

flipper-flop - who the fuck is just intensely hitting a pot with a spoon or some shit in the background, i didn't know this was an instrument

exhibition match - DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH, DUHHHHHHH, DUH

flock step - basically just lockstep but birb

remix 5 - "you know it's going to be bad when it starts and there's just fish" -basically something my mom said about remix 5 the other day

launch party - i got nothing

donk-donk - this is a rhythm heaven fever dream

bossa nova - what were they on when they made set 6?

love rap - INTO YOU INTO YOU FO'SHO FO'SHO- wait no that's love rap 2

remix 6 - for an eh set of games the remix is actually really good

tap troupe - okay but w h y are they so tall

shrimp shuffle - ONE TWO THREE, THREE TWO ONE TOGETHER, ONE TWO THREE, A B C (thanks disembodied rhythm heaven voice)

cheer readers - did they get permission to use the books for this? this is the lore i need to know

karate man - BABY I'M A BROKEN MAN, I'M JUST A SHATTERING STORM hit three

remix 7 - why is the tap troupe part so long

night walk - LET'S SPREAD OUR WINGS NOW, DO ANYTHING NOW, SOMEHOW WE CAME THIS FAR- U H SOMETHING SOMETHING, I HEAR YOUR VOICE NOW, SINGING INSIDE MY HEART

samurai slice 2 - live music intensifies

built to scale 2 - they basically lockstep 2′ed built to scale

working dough 2 - (those two might be reversed idk) i have so many questions

double date 2 - okay the space soccer jokes definitely make sense now, space soccer 2's inexplicably cowboy-themed, this is on a farm, it all makes sense now

remix 8 - WHAT CAN I DO, WHAT CAN I DO, THE ONLY ONE FOR ME IS YOU- WHAT CAN I DO, WHAT CAN I DO, WHAT CAN I DO- TELL ME, TELL ME, JUST HOW TO SAY GOODBYE NOW, BYE NOW- air rally intensifies

love rap 2 - INTO YOU INTO YOU FO'SHO FO'SHO CRAZY INTO YOU CRAZY INTO YOU FO'SHO FO'SHO

cheer readers 2 - ah yes, the most holy being of them all: paddler

hole in one 2 - monkey but pink

screwbot factory 2 - fillbots 2 intensifies haha help

remix 9 - U H LIVE A LIFE OF SHINING GLAMOUR- SOMETHING ABOUT FALLING- I ONLY WISH I KNEW oh yeah- SOMEDAY YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF AND REALIZE YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL- I JUST WANNA SHINE I WANNA BE LOVED NOW-

figure fighter 2 - why is this in megamix

micro-row 2 - top notch 10/10 this should be in megamix

packing pests 2 - is this remix 10

karate man 2 - karate man 2 ds is still superior

remix 10 - DUH DUH DUH DUH DUHHHH DUH-

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #rhythm heaven fever #fever #i'm not tagging all the games #there's too many #don't question some of this shit i'm tired okay? #i need to be doing school but i can't focus :/ #f-word #swearing #seriously though why is figure fighter 2/3 in megamix but not micro-row 2/3 #the better sequel's pretty obvious if you ask me #anyways you can tell from cheer readers 2 that they really like rhythm rally #yet they massacred it in megamix :/

[fluttershys-lament]

there were like two guys on tv jumping on a seesaw and holy sh^t that's rhythm heaven in real life

#slkadgjlaskfgsafg

[cherrybomb-witch]

I Don’t Care, I Love It || Self-para || March,1980.

 [Prompt: Tipsy Marlene singing! ]

Her arm jerked backwards in a swift motion, and then thrust forward, and the balloon crossed the room in a straight line and burst against the canvas in an explosion of bright blue acrylic, right on the centre. Marlene raised her arms in the air and waved them around, shaking her head from side to side in rhythm to the music blasting through the muggle speakers. Her bottle of bear was resting on the table along with all her other art supplies, balloons filled with paint, acrylic bottles, brushes, mixers and sponges. The blonde placed her cigarette between her lips instead, and grabbed the bottle, taking a deep swallow before beginning to sing at the top of her lungs, accompanying the lyrics that rolled over her tongue with an air guitar.

“Backstroke lover

Always hidin’ ‘neath the covers

'Til I talked to your daddy, he say

He said, “You ain’t seen nothin’

'Til you’re down on a muffin

Then you’re sure to be a-changin’ your ways.”

Steven Tyler and company were the only men outside her family circle that did not break the shit out of her and she was more than happy to embrace him, while bursting all the other feelings she might or might not have for others in bright bubbles of paint against the white surface extended in front of her.

Her arms were up to her elbows in paint as she danced around the room she’d charmed to switch from living room to art studio at will, her socks slipping on the puddles of paint dripping on the floor. Reaching out, she grabbed her oil pastels and began to drag them over the half-dry acrylic on the canvas, sketching psychedelic figures in colour. Dancing bodies, hands reaching out, eyes watching to the spectator, roaring dragons and flying eagles mixed with spirals of colours.

“'Cause she knew what she was doin’

And I knowed love was here to stay

When she told me to…

 Walk this way, 

Walk this way…!”

Arms folded over her head, the woman’s hips swayed to the music and she jumped around the room on her tiptoes, screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and abandonment, prancing around and smashing balloon after balloon against the canvas, paint splashing all over her overall. She’d nearly grabbed the beer instead of the balloon but she didn’t give a damn. About that or about anything else. With each colour bomb she tossed, she accompanied with a silent frustration exploding into the canvas.

Fuck the war. Fuck Voldemort. Fuck the Order. Fuck work. Fuck paperwork. Fuck Death Eaters. Fuck responsibilities. Fuck my future. Fuck being an alcoholic bitch! I’m depressed, so what!? Fuck you damn world. I don’t even fuckin’ care anymore!

“WOHOOOOO!” a primal scream of pure indifference towards life escaped her lips, her free soul shining through the edges of her own body. She grabbed the beer again, dancing as she drank it dry.

“Seesaw swingin’ with the boys in the school

And your feet flyin’ up in the air

Singing, “Hey diddle diddle”

With your kitty in the middle

Of the swing like you didn’t care”

And to think there were people who didn’t like rock.

“Well fuck’ em too!” she shouted at the canvas. Stepping forward, she pressed the corpse of her consumed cigarette against the very centre of the painting, leaving a dark black stain in the middle of that colour war. Putting some distance between her and the painting to admire her work, Marlene folded her ring, middle and thumb fingers and made the rock symbol with both hands to her work of frustration, restrains, hurt and desire to break free.

“I Want Break Free! I should listen to that one next!” she thought with excitement, taking a step back to admire her work with a dreamy smile painted on her lips. She pulled away some loose strands of blonde away from her face, accidentally smearing paint on her cheek.

On the canvas, once white and empty, there was now a parade of colour, a carnival of emotions and feelings born within her and manifested in swirls and dancing figures with exuberant outfits and long, firework hair, all dancing across that rainbow background of playful balloon bombs filled with paint. Marlene grinned at the painting, swaying to the rhythm of the music and the lazy, unbalanced curve of the alcohol in her system. This was her safe heaven, where she could get drunk and angry without hurting anyone, not even herself. The alcohol-induced state for once, was not destructive, but part of a bigger creative process. Inside her art studio there was no room for sorrow. All angst went into the canvas, liberating her. The grey feelings transformed into violent colours, they transformed into art. People said depression ought not to be romanticised, and Marlene thought that was true. True anywhere but here. Here, now, with music and alcohol and paint, anything, everything was meant to turn into art.

Humming, the blonde changed the canvas to a new white space to pour herself into. Then, bottle of beer still in hand, she danced over to the music player and changed the vinyl. Time for some good ol’ British sound.

“I want to break free!”

As Freddy Mercury’s powerful voice filled every inch of the room, Marlene spun and threw her bottle against the canvas. The glass burst into thousands of amber shards, leaving a golden stain against the white with the remains of the beer inside. Summoning another one with her wand, Marlene began to paint, raising her voice once more to its maximum to join the record player in an absent-minded chorus.

Nothing really mattered, did it?

#cherrybomb-witch #self-para #this has been on my drafts since FOREVER!

[pennymakr]

Things I Wonder On Any Given Day, vol. 50 - My Favorite 50.

1.  Why your voice is pitch perfect and Grammy-awesome with the radio blasting (vol 1)

2.  How further advanced civilization would be if humans only required 2 hours of sleep per day (vol 1)

3.  How do you create a new font? (vol 2)

4.  If people ever wonder that this life is the heaven (vol 2)

5.  Is a pair of scissors one thing, or two things? (vol 3)

6.  When I see and interact with strangers throughout the day, how often I say to myself, “I will literally never see that person again.” (vol 5)

7.  How in texts, that simply saying “Haha” is almost dismissive, but add just an extra ‘ha’ and saying “Hahaha” expresses complete and utter hilarity. (vol 7)

8.  In Step Brothers, that their theory to make room for activities was ultimately “debunked”. (vol 7)

9.  Why aren’t there multiple choice answers that start with “All of the Below” instead of ending with “All of the Above”?  Switch it up a little. (vol 8)

10.  When someone says, “You’ll need to call ahead of time”… which is opposed to calling when? After? (vol 9)

11.  That fast-food drive-thru’s should give customers the option of a car wash in between ordering and receiving your food. I mean, you’re just sitting there anyway. Convenient as hell. (vol 9)

12.  If eye doctors just test themselves for new contacts/eyeglasses… Or do they still have another eye doctor ask, “What’s better, 1 or 2?... 1?............... or 2?” (vol 9)

13.  Why there’s always a negative stigma behind “Talking behind someone’s back”.   People do it to receive third-party, unbiased, fresh-to-death viewpoints in order to properly assess the situation in whole, rather than reacting rashly, hastily, and possibly regrettably, to the original someone’s front.  (vol 10)

14.  Ariana Grande dating Big Sean is like if Emily Rios ever dated River Phoenix. (vol 11)

15.  Some < Full… but, Awesome > Awful. (vol 11)

16.  How dancing fascinates me.  It’s simply your natural reaction to the sound of music. But having rhythm is the wildcard, because rhythm is a dancer. (vol 11)

17.  In the year 1992, if you wanted to know the age of a B-List celebrity… say, Fred Ward from the movie ‘Tremors’.  How would you obtain that information?  I wonder, because I believe you could find out Tom Hanks’ age via Britannica Encyclopedia. But Fred Ward’s? It might have taken days to find out. Incredible. (vol 12)

18.  About the credit card Discover’s choice of slogan, “We treat you, like you treat you.” Because I’m not so sure about that. We are overworked, overstressed, overweight, overmedicated and overdepressed ... We're intolerant, breed indifference and incompetence which results in inequality ... We lack self-confidence and self-discipline, in order to have more self-respect ... So I wonder, how good is Discover's customer service reallllllllly?  (vol 12)

19.  About people who lick their fingers in order to turn a page. Your fingers can’t taste good and there has to be a better way. (vol 13)

20.  How everyone loves food from food trucks, right? So why can’t they drive around neighborhoods, play awesome music and attract customers like ice cream trucks do? (vol 13)

21.  When people say, “Sorry, but not to change the subject” – then they do exactly that. It’s quite similar to saying “No offense, but…” (vol 15)

22.  Are there people coming up with new nursery rhymes? Or are they done? Three Blind Mice and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and The Muffin Man and Little Boy Blue are what we’re stuck with forever? (vol 15)

23.  What kind of maniac actually killed two birds with one stone? Why are you throwing stones into the air? (vol 16)

24.  When I’ll run out of stupid thoughts. (vol 16)

25.  What the hell is a ‘zigazig-ah’ that the Spice Girls wanted or wanted to do. (vol 17)

26.  That the first time I heard an angel was Mya’s verse in ‘Ghetto Superstar’ (vol 19)

27.  If someone kept looking at you on an airplane, would you call it a flight of stares? (vol 20)

28.  That when someone comes over to show me a funny video on their phone, I instantly expect it not to be as funny as they think it is. By at least half as funny… (vol 20)

29.  If “sammies” are a common moniker for sandwiches, why aren’t “sallies” a nickname for salads? Cafes can have a cute lunchtime or happy hour special and call it, “When Sammy Met Sally…. 10 Bucks” (vol 22)

30.  If anyone eats the strings off a peeled banana without hesitation or disgust (vol 23)

31.  If fruit salads will ever become so popular that we’ll have to call the typical salad, “vegetable salads” (vol 23)

32.  How awkward the San Francisco football team name would be if they discovered gold 20 years later. (vol 23)

33.  If a stretched-out circle is an oval, and a stretched-out square is a rectangle, why is a stretched-out triangle still a triangle? (vol 26)

34.  Would Jack Black + Barry White = Jack White holding a Blackberry? (vol 29)

35.  The runner-up choice name for companies and products. (vol 30)

36.  If Venus Williams married Bruno Mars. (vol 30)

37.  The inverse proportion of celebrating people falling in love to not generally accepting and/or looking down upon people falling out of love. The latter needs a little boost. (vol 30)

38.  If it’s still called tap water after leaving the tap, is it still called bottled water if it leaves the bottle? (vol 31)

39.  Who doesn’t make Freddy Krueger fingers when they eat Bugles (vol 33)

40.  The number of love letters crumbled up and thrown away, but would’ve worked if they sent them. Or, the number of love letters that didn’t reach the recipient – and the sender just assumed it was not to be. (vol 33)

41.  How many people roll on deodorant under both armpits by just holding the stick with one hand, instead of switching hands for opposite pits. (vol 35)

42.  If Justin Timberlake went to the store to get a caffeinated drink, would he be bringin’ PepsiBack? (vol 37)

43.  That you feel like if every driver on the road was you, that there would be no traffic at all. (vol 38)

44.  When someone states an emotion rather than expressing it, such as “I’m angry” or “That’s funny” has to be only a 5 out of 10 on an intensity scale. (vol 39)

45.  When newscasts show overweight people walking down the street, only from the neck down … how many people embarrassingly realize “Oh shit… that was me.” (vol 40)

46.  By the laws of physics, you cannot seesaw by yourself. Then, the movie premiered. Now, you can see Saw by yourself. (vol 43)

47.  If we can deposit personal checks into banks with our smart phones, when will we be able to take selfies and renew our driver licenses remotely? (vol 44)

48.  If I ever have been in an airport bathroom without a janitor present (vol 46)

49.  If the mirrors in department stores are also called self-checkouts (vol 48)

50.  How my contact name is entered in every person’s phone that has my number. (vol 49)