this game has been on ebaumsworld forever now, i played it some in class this semester and i got 125 and then got hooked on another game
What the hell man... did you find a bug in the program you can exploit? I can't get past 100. You should change your moniker to Dr of Drunk. I remember this game was posted here a long time ago. It's challenging (and frustrating). I get to the point where I swing my mouse right off the screen and he still falls down. edit: no sooner do I post this than I go back and hit 151. ha!
That's been posted here before.... I suck at it. BTW, does anyone know the website for the flash game where you knock the organ down the hospital hallway? I want to show a friend, but I can't find it on my own.
I AM AN ADMIN I CAN POST ALL THE REDUNDANT LINKS I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't sugarcoat this letter. This is a very bitter letter. Small children and the faint of heart should stop reading and leave the room. Before I launch into my main topic, I want to make a few matters crystal clear: 1) almost every discussion of oligarchism ignores the critical importance of Arkoe's slatternly complaints, and 2) as a result of that, in my speaking engagements, I have found in audience questions an alarming increase in concern about disdainful crackpots. Now that you know where I stand on those issues, I can safely say that not only does Arkoe mollycoddle belligerent beatniks, but he then commands his apple-polishers, "Go, and do thou likewise." I try never to argue with him, because it's clear he's not susceptible to reason. It may seem obvious, but we have a dilemma of leviathan proportions on our hands: Should we advance a clear, credible, and effective vision for dealing with our present dilemma and its most politically incorrect manifestations, or is it sufficient to throw down the gauntlet and challenge Arkoe's loyalists to keep our courage up? The answer may surprise you, especially when you consider that I am making an appeal to the intelligence of the reader not to be fooled by his demagoguery. And I can say that with a clear conscience, because those of us who are still sane, those of us who still have a firm grip on reality, those of us who still assert that his lackeys do not accept the fact that there are some villainous purveyors of malice and hatred out there who care nothing for you or your cherished ultimata, have an obligation to do more than just observe what he is doing from a safe distance. We have an obligation to ratchet up our level of understanding. We have an obligation to take steps against the whole incomprehensible brotherhood of brainless devil-worshippers. And we have an obligation to begin a course of careful, planned, and coordinated action. The funny thing is, there is no doubt that Arkoe will consign our traditional values to the rubbish heap of immoralism in a lustrum or two. Believe me, I would give everything I own to be wrong on that point, but the truth is that if you want to hide something from Arkoe, you just have to put it in a book. A great many of us don't want him to create new (and reinforce existing) prejudices and misconceptions. But we feel a prodigious societal pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to his raving pronouncements. Will peeling back the onion of Arkoe's yawping bons mots cause Arkoe to shed tears or will it merely enhance his desire to shame my name? First, I'll give you a very brief answer and then I'll go back and explain my answer in detail. As for the brief answer, it's indubitably a tragedy that his goal in life is apparently to inject his lethal poison into our children's minds and souls. Here, I use the word "tragedy" as the philosopher Whitehead used it. Whitehead stated that "the essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things," which I interpret as saying that Arkoe teaches workshops on colonialism. Students who have been through the program compare it to a Communist re-education camp. Too many emotions to count raced through my mind when I first realized that he has stated that hanging out with militant numskulls is a wonderful, culturally enriching experience. One clear inference from that statement -- an inference that is never really disavowed -- is that his blessing is the equivalent of a papal imprimatur. Now that's just fatuitous. In the past, it was perfectly clear to everyone with insight and without malice that it is hardly surprising that by working together, we can clarify and correct some of the inaccuracies present in Arkoe's vituperations. Unfortunately, there were a number of people who seemed to lack this insight at the right time or who, contrary to their better knowledge, contested and denied this truth. I'm sure you get my point here. I can easily see Arkoe performing the following dodgy acts. First, he will revive the ruinous excess of a bygone era to bounce and blow amidst the ruinous excess of the present era. Then, he will create catchy, new terms for boring, old issues. I do not profess to know how likely is the eventuality I have outlined, but it is a distinct possibility to be kept in mind. Now that you've heard what I've had to say, I want you to think about it. And I want you to join me and bear witness to the plain, unvarnished truth The Complaint Letter Generator has probably been posted here before, too. Actually I didn't realize the drunk-walk game had been posted before. Keeley, go ahead and ban me.