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Honestly I love cafe mac and it makes me really angry when people constantly shit on it. Growing up my mom was a caterer and I would always help her with events and I can't imagine how much work it must for cafe mac workers to make food for the majority of the student body everyday and keep cafe mac clean while having to deal with students being entitled little shits lol.
Many of y'all legit be lookin like the first firemen. #raybradbury #fahrenheit451 #firewomyntoo #sorrynotsorry
Has anyone else fallen asleep while giving head before? Cat naps are a huge advantage of face fucking
Sometimes I forget other people have gag reflexes
Why in the name of God do you feel smart when you label something a social construct. Like, oh wow. Much impress. The sky is blue. Thanks Captain obvious.
Phil Wettersten brightens my day whenever I see him in class this semester or on campus. He makes things a whole lot better.
You, Too
-inspired by Langston Hughes
I am the yellow brother.
You allow me to eat grains of rice off your floor
When all the work in the sweat shop has been done.
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I will not allow you to eat grains of rice off my floor
Even when all the work in the sweat shop has been done
You will not laugh,
And you will not eat well,
And you will not grow strong.
With these slant eyes,
I will see how cruelly you crucified my ancestors, waterboarding their bodies with gasoline and tying them to trees in a forest fire.
With this small dick,
I will fill that melanin-deficient mouth of yours, watching as your sad, blue eyes finally understand that no means yes and yes means anal.
With this dumb tongue,
I will call forth a herd of discontinued Meals on Wheels trucks to mow you down like poverty, tattooing skid
marks into your hateful existence.
With these cheap hands,
I will rip the fallopian tubes out of the womb of your
mother and use them to hang you under the doorway of a Planned Parenthood clinic.
I am not the doctor.
I am not the lawyer.
I am not the Indian chief.
I am the yellow brother.
When you see how you’ve put the other in brother
You will be terrified—
Because there is no A me rica without me.
But there is an America without you.
I am not opposed to crying in the library because you are so stressed out about exams and finals, but maybe the library should build a crying corner so everyone who is sad can go and be sad together and hug it out