The truth is that I’ve been struggling with personal heartbreak for a while. It just hurts so bad. I want her. I want Bobby’s Burger Palace back to tear apart my asshole.
So, how about some sexting, eh? To pass the time? To make the most of a dire situation?
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MGHI students will face a unique set of severe problems that the administration has overlooked.
Now, I can’t properly react to anything anyone ever tells me. The best I can offer is “bruh."
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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck!!!
Just because you have a ban on food does NOT mean my cake shouldn’t be allowed in Fisher.
This time we’ll be sending a message. I’m not sure about what, but I have a few hours to come up with one. Maybe we’ll convince Amy Gutmann to pay the workers a minimum wage or something, I dunno.
Everyone thinks my arrogant persona indicates that I’m compensating for something, and they’re right. But that is exactly why Penn needs to allow concealed carry on campus.
Additionally, since shuttles increase the congestion on Market Street and cause traffic jams, providing a private helicopter service would be just as, if not more, environmentally friendly than a shuttle. Finally, shuttles are simply uncool, and typically have bullies sitting in the back.
According to a recent study I heard somewhere but can’t totally remember where, a whopping 80% of Americans don’t base their political opinions on facts and opt instead to listen to biased talking heads. When I read this from this person I follow on Twitter, I was shocked.
Being the sole beautiful person in a space — as I often am — brings a pressure few could understand.
But there's one very compelling argument that voters have not yet considered: Bernie's name can be rearranged to spell "Nabs Reindeers."
So I’m writing this to ask: before you judge me, before you ridicule me, before you condemn my very existence — you need to hear my story.
I hope customers enjoy tasting a piece of this ass.
I speak for every Penn student when I say that the probability of getting hit by a car while walking across any of these roads is too damn low.
It’s gritty, it’s scary, it’s a health hazard, but you see, that’s the point. It weeds out the weak in the community.
"So what do you study?" "Oh, I'm undecided." Does he just fucking hate me?
Okay, I’ll be honest — I’m an imposter. Despite regularly eating in restauraunts I am incapable of spelling the word ‘restraunt.’ That spelling just now was an honest try, and I must admit it brings me great shame.