#21094 My girlfriend and I have fart competitions

#21093 I know the exact cleaning schedule of all the bathrooms in hilly, so when I have to poop, I go to the most recently cleaned one.

#21092 I can't stop and think about my life or else i start to cry

#21091 My girlfriend's best guy friend has slept with several girls during his first year at college. He also has a girlfriend that lives where he's from, and they've been together for a year. He seems like a really nice guy on the outisde, but what he does to his girlfriend is horrible. Sometimes I just want to spit in his face for doing that. Especially because he tells my girlfriend that I'm probably going to cheat on her while she's away this summer. What the F, bro?

#21090 I have no idea how to go about telling my parents that I'm only staying in college so I have my degree as a fallback. My true dream is to be a tattoo artist, not an engineer. My mom would support me no matter what, and I believe her, but my dad would never. I already don't know how to tell him I dropped out of engineering, let alone that I'm not even planning on using whatever degree I decide on unless I absolutely have to. I'm in so much debt and it'll probably be for nothing but I just want to be happy and have my safety net...

#21089 I have to get something off my chest: In 3rd grade we would always get to school and put our lunchboxes in a cubby storage thing. One day I got there late and had to put my lunchbox in the bottom cubby. Apparently, there was also an ant problem in the classroom that day. By lunchtime, my blue race-car box was swarmed with hundreds of ants. To embarrassed to say anything, I quietly got in the back of the line and made my way to the lunch room, grasping the handle carefully to avoid getting ants on my hand. As soon as I put my lunchbox down on the table, the ants started to crawl off my box and down towards the other end of the table. Once someone noticed, everyone noticed: guys were throwing food and screaming, girls were crying. The table erupted into the sort of controlled chaos that only third graders can manage. I never told anyone that my lunchbox was the one that started the 3rd grade ant lunch panic; I have had to carry the burden of my secret for over a decade. I'm finally letting go of that today.

#21088 Before I knew what the Silver Loop bus was actually called, I used to call it the caterpillar.

#21087 I have a thing for girls who have thick eyebrows. Thin eyebrows are ok, but nothing compared to a girl with thick ones.