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Breaking up with someone has always been the WORST … until now! Instead of directly addressing issues honestly and painfully, use these fun games to let someone know that you’re just not romantically interested in them anymore!

Finish reading Let’s Break Up: The Activity Book

Wingmanville: When you see a hottie you like, your phone automatically sends a text from your best friend’s phone to the hottie’s best friend’s phone asking if they like you back. All the ease of technology, with the nostalgic charm of a 6th grade dance.

MatchBot: First, you rank your preference for every other app user in order. The app mathematically pairs everyone up with their mutually optimal match, and then you are contractually obligated to marry that person and spend the rest of your life with them. You can’t get turned down, because it’s illegal!

Click for 3 MORE: 5 New Apps for People Too Shy to Use Tinder

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Your Tuition at Work
Ironically, now everyone is.

Your Tuition at Work

Ironically, now everyone is.

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Proof You Can Actually Learn Things from Books
Dreams can really come true! 

Proof You Can Actually Learn Things from Books

Dreams can really come true! 

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Stephen Kingo: Stephen King Bingo
Master of horror, Stephen King, has written over fifty novels, but you don’t have to read nearly that many before you start noticing the patterns in his work. Everyone choose a different Stephen King book and start playing Kingo: Stephen King bingo.

Stephen Kingo: Stephen King Bingo

Master of horror, Stephen King, has written over fifty novels, but you don’t have to read nearly that many before you start noticing the patterns in his work. Everyone choose a different Stephen King book and start playing Kingo: Stephen King bingo.

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Morgan Freeman Reads Everyone Poops

Boom, this video just won an Oscar.

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IdioTech: “Kindle” Means “Book” in Jewish [Click for full post]
Welcome to Idiotech, the column where we shame your parents, teachers, and other old people for being dumb about technology.
My dad saw a story about a bus driver getting in trouble for reading a Kindle while driving. He though a Kindle was a book Jewish people read.- Anonymous
My mom just asked me if a web browser was the same thing as a search engine.- Alex H 
A couple weeks ago, my teacher assigned an essay due after the holiday break. She said that since she won’t see us for a while she would just “email us.” Today, she gave us all a handout with the topic written on it. The heading of the paper was EMAIL, followed by the names of all the people in the class.- Maddie D 
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IdioTech: “Kindle” Means “Book” in Jewish [Click for full post]

Welcome to Idiotech, the column where we shame your parents, teachers, and other old people for being dumb about technology.

My dad saw a story about a bus driver getting in trouble for reading a Kindle while driving. He though a Kindle was a book Jewish people read.
- Anonymous

My mom just asked me if a web browser was the same thing as a search engine.
- Alex H 

A couple weeks ago, my teacher assigned an essay due after the holiday break. She said that since she won’t see us for a while she would just “email us.” Today, she gave us all a handout with the topic written on it. The heading of the paper was EMAIL, followed by the names of all the people in the class.
- Maddie D 

EMAIL us your own IdioTech stories to our Tumblr EMAIL INBOX.

I Haven’t Read a Book Since… [Click for more]

In “Twidiots”, we collect the choicest thoughts on a particular topic from Twitter’s millions of users.

Excerpts from Walden, of Life in the Woods, with a Dog
A classic of American literature, ruined by man’s best friend.
Chapter 1: Economy 
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, with my dog Scrappy.
Scrappy is a dachshund mix I got from a “breeder” in Lexington. She met me in the back of the Stop and Shop and fished him from a crate of puppies in the backseat. $150 cash. No receipt, no worries. A man is rich in proportion to the number of bullshit things he doesn’t have to worry about.
Chapter 2: Where I Lived and What I Lived For 
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning. To be awake is to be alive.
But at 4:30am? Christ, Scrappy. I awaken to the incessant lap of his tongue on his under-parts. Desperate, I resort to earplugs. The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation trying to drown out such sounds.
Chapter 5: Solitude
I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls. I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the northstar, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.
Plus I have this fucking dog. Who barks when a cricket scratches its ear - Keep reading

Excerpts from Walden, of Life in the Woods, with a Dog

A classic of American literature, ruined by man’s best friend.

Chapter 1: Economy

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, with my dog Scrappy.

Scrappy is a dachshund mix I got from a “breeder” in Lexington. She met me in the back of the Stop and Shop and fished him from a crate of puppies in the backseat. $150 cash. No receipt, no worries. A man is rich in proportion to the number of bullshit things he doesn’t have to worry about.

Chapter 2: Where I Lived and What I Lived For

To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning. To be awake is to be alive.

But at 4:30am? Christ, Scrappy. I awaken to the incessant lap of his tongue on his under-parts. Desperate, I resort to earplugs. The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation trying to drown out such sounds.

Chapter 5: Solitude

I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls. I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the northstar, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.

Plus I have this fucking dog. Who barks when a cricket scratches its ear - Keep reading

Just Getting Some Light Reading Done
Can’t wait till I get my paws on some Jack Meowrouac.

Just Getting Some Light Reading Done

Can’t wait till I get my paws on some Jack Meowrouac.

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Zoobooks For Humans 

Have you seen the new series of Zoobooks? They feature the world’s most exotic human beings! Now you can finally read about all those people whom you’ve never seen in real life, but you know must be out there. Somewhere. Well, here they are!

May Be Creepiest Book to Date
Looking forward to the sequel, “Don’t Sit Down in the Parlor, Auntie, Them Fire Pokers Get Frisky.”

May Be Creepiest Book to Date

Looking forward to the sequel, “Don’t Sit Down in the Parlor, Auntie, Them Fire Pokers Get Frisky.”

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Highlights Magazine: College Edition [Click for more]

Because college students go to the dentist too.

I Think My Roommate’s Novel Is About Me [Click for more]
The truth is stranger than fiction. And more passive aggressive.

I Think My Roommate’s Novel Is About Me [Click for more]

The truth is stranger than fiction. And more passive aggressive.