Someone help me out here.
6:06 p.m.
I just fell for some kind of trap, didn’t I?
It’s four schfifty-five on 6 Febtober.
11.08am, Tuesday 7 December
I’ve always wanted to say this…
MY POST IS MY CITE! 
Time to get a new fence!
Wait… :dubious:
Where?
Four-thirty…
Enjoy,
Steven
Time is irrelevant. Time is only something that we create to maitain the illusion of order that we impose upon an inherently chaotic universe.
Or it’s 7:18, EST.
You can take your pick.
I’ve always kinda liked 6:20, myself.
You mean now?
Yes.
The clock on my computer says Digital or Analog. I don’t know what time that is.
My computer says 7:22, my watch says 7:31, and the Dope says 7:30.
I’M SO CONFUSED!
Yeah, but what time is it really?
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was on my watch, yeah
And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is
Does anybody really care
If so I can’t imagine why about time
We’ve all got time enough to cry
Oh no, no
And for those who say that it’s already the 7th, can you please tell me what kind of day it is? I mean, if it’s as cold as today is, I might just stay home from work. Kthxby.
Twenty five or six to four.
plus or minus 83 minutes.
PST.
Nice Spongebob watch, JThunder.
But, look, we’ve all got one.
It’s about . . . now.
Just a few minutes ago, it was “about then”.
Tripler
Yesterday is tomorrow’s day before last, but tomorrow is still a day later.