Pretty good.
Can’t get contacts on GroupMe.
This game is odd
This game seems very hard using all kinds of words, and for some weird reason it sends messages to people, I wonder why?… anyway the game is WAY too skibidi fr, too many rules to win, just wish this game had better animation…
School band fundraiser
Paul created a platform to engage students with their fundraising goals by encouraging personalized pictures added to the student profile as well sending personal messages to follow up on requests. Easy to follow platform. Students enjoyed seeing the leaderboard and groups compete on their dashboard. Dashboard provided list of contributors. Program sent 7 day and 1 day reminders. Enough to gain interest for donations without being overwhelmed with texts.
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my grandfather is stuck in the toilet lid and the monkey wont get off me and kim is twerking in a corner i think im having a stroke
This app is buns
This app is pretty buns but it gets the job done, but I do have to say, this app is buns.
W
App is a w pls get me need money I like baseball I like balls
Sigma
Pretty sigma
Sock
The socks
THE EYES ARE REAL
Ever since I downloaded this I have noticed the presence of “them”. They watch me every second of my life. When I wake up. When I eat. When I shower they are ALWAYS WATCHING. THESE THINGS ARE ALWAYS WATCHING ME. I HEAR THEIR SHOUTS AND CRIES FOR HELP. I CANT TAKE IT PLEASE, GOD HELP BECAUSE WHERE THESE CREATURES LURK… GODS LIGHT DOES NOT SHINE THERE. THE EYES ARE REAL THEY WATCH ME EVERY SECOND HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME
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I love it!
This is the worst app I have ever used my school is broke yea get guud soryy for the spelung error we two to get teacher
They made me
They made me download this app I hate it it's a scam and the bad reviews are true this whole entire thing is a scam
Please help
I am currently being forced against my will to contract nuclear weapons for the country of Zimbabwe. My cruel captors say my only chance of seeing the sun again is if I downloaded this app. They are rapidly approaching me with a sign to show on the window of my always ready gas chamber that says I will be forced against my will yet again to make this time bright pink light up dildos. Please send help immediately
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Bad
The socks didn’t stay stiff. My grandmas info was taken and now her social security check has been taken for the last 2 months. Stray Mexican dogs are more likely to raise donations than my family on this app
Shares your information
Yes this app shares your information with third party vendors…..
Check for yourself!
Might not recommend this to anyone wanting to keep there info safe
Check for yourself!
Might not recommend this to anyone wanting to keep there info safe
Best app for fundraising
Super simple, intuitive and easiest way to fundraise.
Final Goodbye
I failed to raise enough money for my wrestling team. My coach brutally tortured me I’m barely holding on.
It’s a Scam
Don’t donate it funds sweat shops and AMC theaters.
HIGHLY RECOMMEND!
The app is an easily navigable app for both the donors and for the organization. I have been connected with incredible people through my experience with Scoreboard Fundraising. I recommend using Scoreboard for all fundraising needs!
This app was way too skibidi for me.
I downloaded this app. It was supposed to be a simple game where you tap the screen to make a toilet sing opera. Stupid, right? But everyone on “Big Justice Forum” was raving about it, calling it “the future of entertainment.” I was weak. I was curious. I installed it.
At first, Skibidi seemed innocent—just a toilet with legs dancing across a neon cityscape, belting out “Figaro” in an unholy robotic falsetto. But then, weird things started happening. My phone’s screen would flicker, and the app would open on its own at 3:03 a.m., the cursed “Rizzler Hour.” Yes, that’s right—Skibidi had summoned The Rizzler. A pixelated figure wearing a shimmering green suit and sunglasses appeared, wagging a single accusatory finger at me through the screen. “You lack the rizz to uninstall this app,” he whispered, his voice like a thousand mosquitoes trapped in an air horn. I tried everything. I deleted it. It came back. I reset my phone. It reinstalled itself. I threw my phone in a lake. The app showed up on my toaster, blaring opera while burning my bread to a crisp. Big Justice Forum wasn’t any help either. People there just laughed and said things like, “You don’t understand the meta. Skibidi chooses YOU.” One guy, who went by “Captain Tapmaster420,” warned me about the final boss: a shadowy toilet entity called Flushzilla. Flushzilla appeared on the seventh night. I was trying to sleep when my smart home devices all began singing the Skibidi theme in perfect harmony. My ceiling fan spun faster than physics should allow, and there it was: a massive, glowing toilet with fiery eyes and a deep, booming voice.
“You thought you could escape the rizz of the Skibidi?” Flushzilla roared.
In the end, I did the only thing I could. I moved to the woods, disconnected from all technology, and started a new life without screens. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I still hear faint opera coming from the trees. The Rizzler is out there, waiting for me to reconnect. I can’t do it. I retire.
At first, Skibidi seemed innocent—just a toilet with legs dancing across a neon cityscape, belting out “Figaro” in an unholy robotic falsetto. But then, weird things started happening. My phone’s screen would flicker, and the app would open on its own at 3:03 a.m., the cursed “Rizzler Hour.” Yes, that’s right—Skibidi had summoned The Rizzler. A pixelated figure wearing a shimmering green suit and sunglasses appeared, wagging a single accusatory finger at me through the screen. “You lack the rizz to uninstall this app,” he whispered, his voice like a thousand mosquitoes trapped in an air horn. I tried everything. I deleted it. It came back. I reset my phone. It reinstalled itself. I threw my phone in a lake. The app showed up on my toaster, blaring opera while burning my bread to a crisp. Big Justice Forum wasn’t any help either. People there just laughed and said things like, “You don’t understand the meta. Skibidi chooses YOU.” One guy, who went by “Captain Tapmaster420,” warned me about the final boss: a shadowy toilet entity called Flushzilla. Flushzilla appeared on the seventh night. I was trying to sleep when my smart home devices all began singing the Skibidi theme in perfect harmony. My ceiling fan spun faster than physics should allow, and there it was: a massive, glowing toilet with fiery eyes and a deep, booming voice.
“You thought you could escape the rizz of the Skibidi?” Flushzilla roared.
In the end, I did the only thing I could. I moved to the woods, disconnected from all technology, and started a new life without screens. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I still hear faint opera coming from the trees. The Rizzler is out there, waiting for me to reconnect. I can’t do it. I retire.
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Great!
I love this fundraiser is so convenient and easy:)
