I used to work on campus, and about once per week. I would fuck my supervisor in her car or in her mans car. She loved it when I smacked her ass, choked her, pulled her hair, and to top it off, she called me either "daddy" or "baby" when I was doing work. College was good to me :)

I'm pretty flat chested. So when a guy grabs my tits and tells me how amazing they are, I'm totally flattered :)

So im flying for the first time since 9/11. I was there when it happened & drove to AZ from there. Anyway I finally was convinced to go to Italy this summer my dream come true. But I've been having extreme panic attacks & nightmares when I think of flying. What do I do?

I'm sorry if the fire alarms pissed anyone off this year, but to be fair most of us never had to cook before. The fact that we had to start out in a shitty kitchen with no experience and we're willing to risk every possible injury that follows cooking is one hell of a step to begin with. Now I don't justify the dumb asses that were just being absolutely incompetent but give some of us a break once in a while. We're trying to learn, and we're trying to be independent and get a grasp of how everything works. Besides, isn't that what college about? Growing, learning, making mistakes and learning from them?

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Anyone else feel like you like weird things sexually and don't know exactly how to approach these desires? Like sometimes sex with three people sounds exciting, or weird fantasies you wanna get out. Ever get to the point you stop caring that other people know, and the fact it's absurd to others? I'm all for safe sex but come on what the hell is stopping us.

Being good at school does not make you any smarter that someone who is bad at school, it just means you're better at following directions and conforming to the standards placed on you by others.

A month ago when all the employees from campus jobs were posting, all I was wishing for was someone from Parking Services to post so I could watch the internet explode on them. I have modest dreams

I posted about the guy abusing his family. I have already called CPS but they cannot do anything as the rest of the family doesn't stand up about it and the broken bones get played off by outdoor activities, or sibling tussling. I have done everything in my power, calling police, reporting it to CPS, and a few other local places in Utah (which is where he lives). This is one of those cases that just nothing seems to be able to change. I really just wanted to confess my feeling on the matter and it greatly upsets me people think I haven't done anything to help them. Can anyone be so heartless??? Don't draw to conclusions people....