Why do I do this to myself. I don’t need twenty pairs of 3D glasses, yet I just keep hording them like Up emotionally scarred me or something and now I HAVE TO HAVE ALL OF THE GLASSES. NO PAIR WILL BE SPARED. I WILL CONSUME ALL.
I need an intervention from my life
Excuse my Twitter username… I forgot that’s what it is
Hey guys
I was going through all my old stuff today and found these fine examples of why I should go to art school
I also found a comic strip I made for my Earth Science class in middle school called “Indiana Stones: Search for the Holy Shale.” It was awful
No.
So… my sister’s ex has been messaging me on Facebook.
Why
I think there’s been a mistake. You see, it appears as though Dove has accidentally written “love” instead of “chocolate” on the inside of their wrapper.
The other chocolate is fine, however.
Really, Cooper Union? I just spent 12 essays telling you why you should accept me, and this is the thirteenth essay prompt? I really feel like just writing “see above,” because I’m done with this college.
Except not. Please accept me. I really need this
UPDATE: I got denied. Party people party people party people yeah
Nope. That’s actually not what I meant. This might have made my paper a little spicier, but I don’t think the readers would understand why I was writing about the cock in an essay about hobbies.
Shucks.
I bet there’s a porno that has a play on Roddick’s name in some creepy corner of the internet. “Andy’s Rod-Dick” or “Andy Raw Dick” or “And He Has a Rod Dick.” Those kind of feel like stretches (that’s what she said. What?), and I’m going to stop now, because I just feel weird and I need to actually finish the paper.
