Wednesday, 08 October 2014 04:22 PM
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#6398 I confess that I genuinely hate my generation because it's all about no privacy. People rush into relationships and want to know everyone else's business. What happened to actually getting to know people and not being thirsty? This generation needs to get a grip and stop being a bunch of nosey, disrespectful assholes. If my predictions are accurate, this country will fall in the gutters because of this generation. Our ancestors who came here for better causes would be ashamed and are rolling in their graves. If this is the future, then I'm scared shitless.
Wednesday, 08 October 2014 03:57 PM
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Wednesday, 08 October 2014 03:54 PM
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#6396 Not a confession but I need to broadcast this. I found someone's keys on a lanyard and Haley Davison keychain hanging on a sign across from Fayard. Turned them in to campus police just now.
Wednesday, 08 October 2014 03:33 PM
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#6395 I've heard it from more than one person that the character Clarence on cartoonnetwork probably has some mental disability (although I'm putting their words nicely).
Wednesday, 08 October 2014 03:16 PM
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#6394 I confess that I really want to get ass shots to have a bigger ass but I heard that it was dangerous and not worth taking the risk.
#FirstWorldProbs but really, input. Go!
Wednesday, 08 October 2014 02:58 PM
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#6393 I confess that every time I get on I-12 towards my new home or pull into my fancy new neighborhood, I can't help but smile because it means I GOT OUT. No more mental or physical abuse. No more living in a shitty home (structure wise and mental wise) that my parents created. No more days and nights stumbling around drunk bc I couldn't deal with my life at home. Now I sit in my big ole apartment, in my fancy neighborhood near the river and know that I got out. I did it all on my own. All with my money, and all because I realized that my life was worth so much more than the bottom of that bottle or the shit I was getting from my fucked up parents.
Wednesday, 08 October 2014 01:43 PM
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#6392 I must confess that after I eat taco bell, I enjoy the smell of my flatulence. Is this normal or?
Wednesday, 08 October 2014 01:06 PM
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#6391 When I visit Amsterdam in a few months, I plan on sleeping with at least 10 prostitutes. =)