for the person gathering research on why people use drugs:

I just got out of a long term relationship. Smoking weed helps me from thinking about them all the time.

The sign outside the hot spot is ridiculously sexist. "Men of NAU, let's stop sexual assault against women!"

Ok, or you could get your head out of your ass and remove both genders from the flyer. "NAU, let's stop sexual assault!" Is more appropriate because that shit isn't one sided.

I'm a lesbian and I used to be friends with a bunch of other lesbians. All I have to say is they all were bitches. They caused so much drama by fucking each other. Oh, and they ARE the reason that people think gays and lesbians are whores.

I tried convincing my girlfriend to get an abortion by telling her that when she got fat from the pregnancy I would leave her. I'm already seeing someone else anyway, so I guess it won't be my problem for much longer.

To all of the students complaining about the housing at NAU. Enough complaining and let's do something about it. Let's make sure NAU knows that we are frustrated with housing options and make them change it. It is OUR university after all...

So last night I was outside of McConnell, I was a little bit out of this world and feeling quite horny. So I came across a a dead squirrel on the ground and decided it would be a great idea to use it as a fleshlight.

Everytime I get back into the world of dating I always hit it off really well with these girls. Then they decide they don't want anything to do with me and find someone better.

I have no clue what I'm doing wrong. But I hate feeling like I'm not as much of a man as these other guys. I'm not unattractive, I have a wide range of skills under my belt. I feel like I'm more capable of being a better boyfriend, but these guys who do nothing with their life always out do me.

What the fuck am I doing wrong

When that snowstorm came through, I went to the Starbucks to get a heart attack in a cup (small coffee with six shots of espresso), and was the only guy in a line almost out the door, and I could spot three pairs of uggs without turning my head. White girls, man...