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fuckyeahidonteven:
socially awkward penguin
fuckyeahidonteven:
socially awkward penguin
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kimburrit0:
I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from
That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.
I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.
You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?
REBLOGING FOR THE FUCKING COMMENTARY ^^
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