In today’s world of technology that can do almost anything from make a computer only an inch in width to phones where you can see the person you are talking to, I’ve rigged up a special little something that I invented to this topic.
Yes, you heard me right.
I have hooked up, by means only known to myself, a small device that after I click it on (and rest assured, I will click it on before making this OP) will not only make each of your ages go back through the spiral of your life, but also average and specify the certain age it calls for, regardless of how old you are now.
This device automatically gets tripped each time someone opens this topic, then spins you back to your original age as you depart.
Luckily it only gets tripped once I initiate it, which will explain why this pre post will probably be the only one with words as long as “technology” lest some of you were young geniuses.
Anyway, I will now leave this invention to do what it will and let whatever further conversation be as amusing and fun as I predict it would be.
At the sound of the Tilde, you will all be 6 years old when replying to this topic.
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Now play nice or I’m taking all my toys and going home.
…so I was gonna play with Annie, but her mama said she was sick but I saw her in the window and she dint look sick but maybe she was an’ then I went to Dougie’s house an’ his mom gave us cookies can you make some cookies mom what’s that thing oh it’s for the dog okay how come you can’t make cookies now can I have some milk where’s daddy…why…whyyyy…WHYYYYYYY noo…nooooo…NOOOOOO but I’m not tired…NOOOOO…
Idle Thoughts, have you considered taking up some cognisant thoughts? You know, the thought processes somewhere between a jellyfish intellect (Sponge Bob Sqaure Pants comes to mind) and a cephlapod. Baby steps along the way to constructing interesting threads.
If you had really and truly devised a machine that could take me back to being six years old, I would be thinking “I wanna ride my horsie!” “I wanna go to Disneyland!” “I don’t wanna reply to this thread, the scary OP is making me!”
Mommy, why are those policeman hitting those people?
Mommy, why is truthbot so mean to that guy?
Mommy, why do we have to move? Will the new house be nice? Will I have my own room? Will I see my friend Roger anymore? Do they have a school there? We’ll have a big yard? That’ll be fun!
My mom won’t let me have cookies when I want because I’m di-a-betic. I have to eat differnt food and get a shot twice a day. But could I have one cookie? We can both have something to not tell about.
