You begin to feel how one usually feels after a few drinks: socially and morally conscious about your racial identity.
Sinning runs rampant; intoxication, fornication, and spiritual deprivation all accompany “Meeting the Bros” or “dirty rushing.” However, there is a way to do away with this filth and rush properly – rush how Jesus would.
Unbeknownst to me, that little bitch (read: fantastically successful and impressive athlete) just doesn't give a fuck about the beautiful things I have to say to her.
Despite never taking a dance class in my life, the representatives regard my pudgy legs and deem them “perfect for our types of choreography.”
I want to explore the world! I want my mind, body, and soul to experience different environments, different cultures, different halal carts, even!
As I hobbled down the hallway, I took a quick glance to my left and saw my reflection.
My lightweight rowing team also, suspiciously, is all white. Any group of 5 that I create out of them has no Chinese people in it at all.
He’s just a man to me. I always wondered why I looked Wasian despite having a white dad. Well now I know, this fool failed the test.
Internships are seasonal, art is forever.
#3 may shock you.
How was your spring equinox? I almost forgot to ask.
None of these words were in The Bible.
Having Halal Food Won't Absolve You of Your Sins
Definitely the easiest of the two capitol stormings I have participated in in my lifetime.
not a veteran I am not a veteran I do not identify as one or more
Buckle up and let's discover some great foods together...
As Marx once said, “let the people darty.”
My hands are sweating. I’m Usain Bolt in the 2008 Beijing Olympics.
I mean, it was a fun sesh, but super? I thought it was pretty standard, all things considered.