The brain is supposed to function as a single unit, but when it comes to picking whether you want to look like an idiot or not during class, your limbic system says, 'NO! Fuck you! You're going to sleep goddamn it!'
Attention all people who have been on or are going to be on the reality TV show Survivor: pay close attention to this article because it may just win you a million dollars someday. Or at the very least, stop you from looking like a total idiot on national
When you get accepted into college, all you're thinking about is how many parties you're going to go to and how many copies of Spark Notes you're going to have to buy, not whether your friend Steven is going to ROTC camp to climb rock walls.
It is unbelievable the number of ways in which people make the simple task of getting from Point A to Point B via sidewalk a journey of epic proportions. So here we are, reviewing 'Sidewalk Etiquette for Dumbasses, Vol. 1.'
Social networking sites give people a sense of belonging and not being alone in the world. Yet this belonging is a facade and in reality is deteriorating real life human interactions. People are losing the ability to carry on a conversation.
At some point on your college campus you have encountered the girl who believes that her skin-tight leggings are a completely legitimate form of pants. I don't know who told her that a thin piece of nylon would suffice, but they were fucking wrong.
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If by some miracle I got the chance to talk to Shorty Shorts Man or Fancy Gym Guy, here is exactly what I would say.
You know those girls who walk out of a building and every penis within a 10-mile radius starts either begging its owner to turn around, or tucking itself and quivering in shame? You might not know it, but that, ladies and gents, is your slut factor.
You've just ended a relationship. All you want to do now is be left alone to wallow in self-pity and Oreo cookies, but your friends insist on taking you out to the bar. And you know this evening is going to end very badly. Here's a breakdown of the night.
If I was trying to decide between a human or a chimpanzee as a bodyguard, I'd choose the chimp every time. Would YOU try and punch a 200-pound chimp? Hell no. You're gonna cover your face and try your best not to soil yourself.
Has anyone noticed that to like something these days is to instantly doom it to the realm of discontinued and thus endlessly search for an appropriate replacement? Yes, that includes all your favorite shampoos and TV shows.