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I want those urinal troughs just so I can glance at dicks more easily.
Sometimes you just need to cry. I've just been doing a little too much of it lately. Fuck depression.
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Are they racist?
After I ate a whole bag of Reese's, a pile of Kit Kat bars, and two microwaved bags of pizza rolls, I watched gay BDSM porn to get off. Then I cried for a half an hour. "How are you?" "Oh, I'm good."
I think Dr. Who is overrated.
Would you date a racist if it was never brought up in conversation?
I generally hate stereotypes, but I've met too many MRA's who wear fedoras. Can someone give me some history on this very real phenomenon?
There's an asshole on my floor who just bumps his music loudly all the time. It makes it impossible for anyone to study in their rooms. It just really makes me want to bust his balls.