#7265 I confess I am really pissed off about the parking on campus! What gives with the parking lot by the new union? It's closed off at least once a week! First they changed over half of the lot to visitor or staff parking. Then, it's closed off at least once a week for some function the university is hosting. Meanwhile, we're the ones walking in the cold, the rain, or both with bookings, etc., trying to get to class and getting sick in the process.

#7264 To all the Special Ed majors that showed up to the Best Buddies meeting last night: You're a bunch of dicks. It's real shitty to show up for the sole purpose of getting your hours in. I think you're all in the wrong major. Next time at least talk to the buddies; it's gonna be your job one day.

#7263 I confess that I just rolled a blunt, smoked with my grandmother and she made me cheese sauce. How fucking awesome is that?! My life is complete.

#7377 I confess that last night I masturbated to nude photos of Selena Gomez (yes the ones from the leaks online). She still looks tight as hell... Bieber and whatever other dudes she's been with must have small dicks.

#7266 I confess that I am sleeping with my friend's ex.

#7277 I confess I think about what you might do with that beard of yours. I saw you walking out of Tope La in this frigid weather in a sand jacket and dark shorts. I would have gladly given you a ride...
Your legs are hot but how are you not freezing? Maybe you could you keep me warm.

#7260 Any American girls open to dating non-american guys on campus??

#7261 I confess: today, I dug a grave. Today, one of my best friends, family pretty much, asked me for a favor. It wasn't even noon yet, but here we were, leaving campus to drive roughly 50 miles away. Emotions were high, there was a gun in the car, i didn't count the number or cartridges she'd loaded in the magazine... Hindsight, we only really had need for one. Anyway, down a few winding gravel road, approaching the cosmic pun of a "dead end," we dug a hole. Stupid fucking fiberglass shovel broke, took us quite a while and a lot of stress. After about an hour, she and I had a shallow grave, and then came the decision... This was a favor, for a dear friend. It wasn't an easy choice for her either, and she debated, gun in her hand, the securing rope to the captive in mine, for what seemed like a long time. "Give me the gun, I'll do it." I consoled her. It wasn't something just anyone could do, I knew it. But she refused and broke down again. No one could blame her, least of all me. I waited for the shaking, and tears, to stop before gingerly taking the pistol from her. She couldn't do this, but she wouldn't let me do it either. Through careful deliberation he thankfully arrived at a "plan B."

Which I'm glad of, because I really didn't feel like killing her dog, and neither did she. So the next few weekends we're building the little biting cur a pen.

"Q"- You. I like you. 10/10 write to us more and thanks for not ending this like Old Yeller