I love the idea of watching 23 soon-to-be consultants pretend to be instruments.
Are there any other pisces in the room?
ohh, did that one have fudge inside??? :) :) :) Hell YEAH! :) :) :) :) :)
How many times do I have to explain this? It’s really not that hard of a concept to grasp.
My clout got too high! That happens sometimes. Hoes mad!
Remember, you naked agent of everything. The world didn’t corrupt you; you corrupted the world. And now you are crying? You absolute angel.
I believe that no student should have to take Econ 001 or Econ 002 at Penn.
Vaping is bad for you.
Anything green is sustainable, right????
Tonight, like a phoenix from the ashes, you will steal that Aritizia Superpuff that was so delicately, so playfully tossed across the Natty Light puddle beneath your feet. It’s fate.
Hear me out. It's what they would want: voices being heard.
Only a professor’s combination of graying hair, softly wrinkled skin, and comments that make you say, “Wait, is he a Republican?” could so perfectly satisfy both my sapiosexuality and my Oedipus complex.
OMG protip: can you,,,, like take the staiws if u live on floor 5 or below??? Pl0x???// *tail swishing* roflcopter!!!!!!
Who am I, you ask? WHO AM I? I’m Wendell goddamn Pritchett! What do you mean, you’ve never heard of me? Shut up! SHUT! UP!!! God DAMN IT!
Looking back at the headline of this article, which I pitched but a few paltry days ago, I can only conclude that it was birthed from a fit of narcissistic megalomania, potentially while I was under the influence of the good ol’ rotgut, no less.
Let’s address the university’s new double mask mandate for what it is: a blatantly misogynistic attack on the rights of sexy girls everywhere to show some skin and release some particles.
Some say that being in-person is vital for actually learning, but not enough studies have been done on the effect of in-person learning on my mental health.
This is the new Freshman experience.
Because if I'm not happy, nobody should be.
During the year, I feed Mom, Dad, Susie, Aunt Margaret, cousins Bobby, Johnny and Lily, and Grandpa Marty through IV bags, but on Thanksgiving, I allow them to eat with their mouths!