A wise man once said “If you give a man a fish one day, you give him one fish for that day, but if you teach a man how to be a fish, then he can be your fish for a lifetime”. This is exactly why I pay Lyn for my bacon egg and cheese by giving her one bite of my bacon egg and cheese.
Freedom is in the air.
Even though dirty rush is 3 months long, if you move them hips with a purpose and you talk really fast, all it really takes is 30 seconds to lock in that early bid.
The Girlbosses have taken it too far. We need an intervention.
Maybe through defining that which isn’t neoliberal I can escape this mental prison.
Needless to say, I was proper pledged and mastered.
I’m just an everyday guy trying to promote theft awareness on campus.
Yeah, for sure, let’s get dinner.
But now I am on the adderall, and the unfortunate thing is that I am, in fact, experiencing the sensation of being on adderall.
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done. And there is no new thing under the sun.
I was already so trashed at that point.
Think logically about it: What do you even use a tote bag for? Holding groceries? Carrying heavy books? See, it’s practically useless — not to mention mundane as all hell.
Alright… maybe our friendship isn’t perfect, but at least I’m not my roommate. She’s best friends with the bot that sends AI pictures of feet.
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.
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.
It's not that hard to make your WiFi feel like the desirable woman that she is.
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.