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You give a woman what she asks for and she walks away. Maybe being a douche is something I should try out.
Sometimes when I'm in class I get really horny so I rub one out in the bathroom.
I hate when people scold me for mentioning people's race when telling a story. "Why did you have to say he was Asian?" Because he was, fuckface! I'm painting a word picture and I refuse to allow you to imagine him incorrectly! I'm a good person! Fuck!
Students of Hamline, I have a question for you. A friend of mine and I were having a discussion about worker's wages, and came across a question concerning wage differences based on sex. This came up from one of his coworkers complaining she was earning less than the male employees, while in reality she did earn the same wage per hour. But that got us thinking, is there still a wage gap between men and women? My friend does not believe so, and that any difference in money that the average man or woman makes is due to how men tend to work jobs with things like hazard pay, or that men work longer hours, and other factors that make an earnings gap. However, neither of us are very knowledgeable about this particular topic, so is there anyone out there that could set the record straight?
So at this point, are there more metal genres or more genders?
Fine. I am an asshole. I am incendiary and divisive with my politics (I'm not that one Ayn Rand peg-slave, I promise), I am sardonic, and I am condescending. I am flippant to tragedy because it's just kind of the norm, and I'm losing the ability to make sense of it all AND retain anything akin to composure. I am growing more and more comfortable with the idea of human expendability and am beginning to view most relationships as disposable commodities, at best another way for me to owe someone. I have been chewed up and spit out more times than I can count by friends, lovers, and family alike, and I am generally emotionally vacant and cynical if I'm not blitzed halfway out of sentience. Otherwise, I am fiery and spiteful. I am hypercritical, I am judgmental, I have a hair-trigger temper, and I crucify people and ideas with my words, especially if they are unacceptable to 21st century sensibilities... or sometimes just because it's liquor to me. Life is closed-ended to me, and I go through it feeling like I'm running on a three-year expectancy at most. And I am growing a lot more comfortable with the idea with letting it all run full boar until the end of my natural life- a crotchety old prick in his twenties or thirties- or when the world ends to the sound of my mocking laughter. Whichever's sooner.
This is what makes sense to me these days, and I see no impetus to change because I fail to see how it's worth it in the end.
Now what the fuck do you want me to do about it?
Are any girls interesting in a friends with benefits (like the status or comment a number)
Drew Second Floor ladies bathroom smells disgusting. It smells constantly like someone either shit everywhere and/or pissed everywhere. Whoever leaves puddles of pee in front of the toilet, or poop on the toilet seat- get freaking potty trained please. It's disgusting. It's rude to the janitor who has to clean up after you and everybody else I've seen having to leave the bathroom immediately after they go in because it smells so vile.