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If you honk your horn, you are 8 out of 10 times an asshole. Get the fuck out of my face and swerve.
I think it's horse shit that they are tearing down the star tree memorial. Dennis Dalgaard deserves better. Fuck capitalism.
I once had sex in the manor laundry room on the folding table during convo hour. not sure how nobody walked in on us, we weren't even doing laundry. nor were we hamline students or manor residents.
i am trying to move on but i can't and it kills me to see you with him every day in passing. it's hard to be friends with him now that he's with you. it seems like you two moved on and forgot about me and i miss what we had. what we never had. I wish you could at least tell me what I did wrong so I can have closure and move on. But you won't even give me that.
I miss you siracha. So fucking much.
Let's get fucked up and die..
I'm speaking figuratively, of course. Like the last time I committed suicide. Social suicide. Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside, but I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,
There is a guy in my psych class who was mean, coarse and unrefined. But there is something about him that's kind of sweet and almost kind. I wonder why I didn't see it there before.
Drinking Games to give you alcohol poisoning: Take a shot every time someone posts something about hating white/black people on here.