Held from 8:30-10:00 pm on the first Friday Night of NSO, this mandatory event is going to be a crowd favorite.
I know UTB is a joke publication but I don’t know what else to do. I have nowhere else to put these thoughts and feelings.
A few songs in, the whole car was really jamming. Then... it happened. Track 5 was Uptown Girl, Dad's favorite song on the CD. Boy, did he let it rip.
The study looked at statistics such as the percentage of participants whose camera is on, daily time spent on work/school, skills acquired, and overall participant enjoyment to inform the educated and mathematical assessment.
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"It's not like I was planning on going to the beach or anything because of COVID, but I'm also not one to sit around. I get restless and always need to be actively doing something, so I figured I get a head start on sculpting my post-Thanksgiving figure."
I’m gonna ruin your life, motherfucker.
"I AM SLEEPING! COULD YOU PLEASE NOT PLAY THE PIANO WHEN I AM SLEEPING?!"
Goddamn, your flag really makes me want to tread on you.
While the University was also considering Hulk Hogan, Alex Baldwin, and Cyndi Lauper, they ultimately went with Elvira because she was willing to do the job for the cheapest and appealed most to the ghosts of investors past.
Since the seniors are checked out, and nobody else has really been to campus, it seems like juniors are going to rule the school.
It's not that hard to make your WiFi feel like the desirable woman that she is.
Get ready to see some graphic shit.
I’m sitting here, 19 years old, with reading glasses perched on the bridge of my nose, a warm cup of chamomile tea in hand, and an inhibiting fear of dehydration that consumes the entirety of my being. I have reluctantly accepted the brutal truth: I have become my mother.
A gram of recreational ketamine, which was sold for a mere nickel on Locust Walk back in 1970, now goes for at least $300, and that’s only if you supplement your dealer with a blowie.
Late last night, an unimaginable crime was committed. UTB will investigate, ‘til there’s but one left un-acquitted. The cookie jar whom stood proudly on Gutmann’s desk has been emptied—depleted by an unruly pest.
Despite the flooding tragedy, Gutmann is ready to hit the ground running—or swimming—and solve some problems.
Your heart beats in your ears; you see its shadow projected on the door ahead; your mouth goes dry. You are not alone. You remain still—silent—while you turn your neck slowly; your eyes widen as you see the horror behind you —WELCOME HOME.
Felt cute, might shit later.
"Hello, welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order?" Those sacred words made my heart leap. I had been waiting for them all day.