Question: How much can Becca rant in less then 15 minutes?

Okay, I've to start with something. Ah, I'm not really starting at all.

Okay, I've got one. I was talking to my mom, and we started talking about what was a serious rant. it had to do with an RP I was in which is run by my sister. And that was a run-on, non litterate sentence. This computer, which is in the college building, has no spell check. Suck. Anyway, I was saying that it'd be totally random if I did something along the lines of:

"Oh, Harold."
"Vanessa."
"Oh, Harold!"
"Vanessa!"
"Oh, Harold!"
"Oh..... my brain."
Because it would be at that point that the guy would be crushed by a teeny tiny space ship, with tiny people in it. The aliens would just look down and say something akin to "....Big Macs are on sale." And then they'd fly off.

But the girl wouldn't get what they said because she doesn't speak Tiny Alienaneese. And she doesn't even have a Babel Fish.
Actually, it sounds kind of gross to have a Babel Fish in your head. It must hurt to have something squirming within. And, you know, it's way to noisy on this end. Like it's full of college students who are acting...something else. I don't know. And you don't know either, now that I think about it. How could you know, you're not here. You couldn't know the sounds, the sights, the SCENTS!.... Actually, it's quite good on toast.

No, I'm probably grossly exaterating. No pun on the grossly exaterated "gross scent".

And now we're down to five minutes, so maybe we should hurry up and get to the point. And the point is... and the point is... That! What is that?! It looks like the top of the tall, pointy landmark building, only green.
Aaaaand I think I'm running out of time. I remember! The building is... Green! Aaaand the aliens are- AH! I can't think with all these people making I Love Lucy jokes! Me braaaain!

For the record, I have no idea how many pop-ups come with this link.

I ripped all my songs! And, yah, this one too.

And everybody can tell that I ripped these songs.
They may be sung quite badly, but now that they're sung....
I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind that I ripped all the words.
How wonderful songs are when left for the birds.

Stood on the stage and I kicked at the audience.
Mic's up to loud, and it's not a good ambiance.
Speakers are blown, and someone cut the power.
Well, it's days like these that I should be locked in a tower.

So, excuse me forgetting the lyrics I choose.
Ya'see I can't decide to wear the Pink dress or Blue!
Anyway, the thing is... What I really mean.
These are the worst songs I'll ever sing!

And you can tell everybody that I ripped these songs!
They may be god-awful but now that they're sung...
I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind that I ripped all the words.
How wonderful songs are when left to the birds.


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