Split Selected Text Into [x] Columns

• type – Type of column
  • one-half
  • one-third
• last – Last column
  • true

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Split Selected Text into 2 Columns

[jaw_columns type="one-half"]You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not [/jaw_columns][jaw_columns type="one-half" last="true"]found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.[/jaw_columns]

Split Selected Text into 3 Columns

[jaw_columns type="one-third"]Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?Ow, [/jaw_columns][jaw_columns type="one-third"]my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?Ow, [/jaw_columns][jaw_columns type="one-third" last="true"]my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?[/jaw_columns]