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I don't want to live in a world where we hurt bears in the cock.
I would have stuck my fingers in my vagina and painted fuck you with period blood on the wall, but I'm an animal.
This woman is the type of mother that makes me hate mothers.
It's important to note that sorority functions can have alcohol (provided and dispensed by a 3rd party vendor - so that the responsibility to card is on them) at functions that they throw at other locations, such as bars, function halls, etc.
This was a very well thought out and presented story of the atrocities that happened in the Dozier School. I am a former ward of the school (I don't like the word inmate, it sounds so much like prison and I was sentenced there. I was there for running away from an abusive home) I never experienced a real childhood…
The "confused elderly panda" story reminded me of this. I once worked at the Saks Fifth Avenue Cafe in Orlando. You'd see the exact same women in the store every day. I guess that was their job; shopping at Saks. But they usually came in for lunch and most of them were friendly. The staff used to come in for…
All hail to whoever the woman is that gave no fucks and got her pussy eaten right on stage at a Solona Beach Dead…
I always have time to take out the trash, son
RBG I'ma need you to lock Scalia in the bathroom until this is all over and done with, please and thank you
Some of the smartest, most well-adjusted women I know were in sororities.
As a teacher at a university, I will say that the vast majority of sorority girls I have had in my classes have been smart, driven, organized, and thoughtful, in spite of time spent on what most of us here probably see as this kind of nonsense. I know what I am saying is merely experiential and has a limited sample to…
You arrive at college. You have been ripped away from all of your support systems at home. Maybe you didn't have much of a support system at home. You are confused and lonely and wobbly and excited and don't even know where your feet are.
I believe you are mistaken. I admit that I am no expert, but that is definitely a cat.
When I went home for Christmas my hometown had just gotten Lyft (the rideshare app known for putting giant pink mustaches on its cars) and I had to explain to my mom why it was a bad idea to call them "mustache rides." I died a little.