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For our senior prank, my group of friends decided a few weeks before graduation that we would dress in all black and sneak into school after nightfall (not so sneaky, we had a teacher who happily let us in to the building after asking his permission) to take all of the desks out of classrooms and stack them on top of

Truly 100% over the Kardashian bashing. Quickest way to show me how easily someone will work themselves up over someone that doesn’t even know their name. If they bother you that much, why waste the energy denouncing them? I’d like to think that we are capable of both casually glancing over their glossy IG photos, and

I am from Athens, GA and have seen this with my own eyes. This is a horribly racist bar and I can confirm that this is a real thing.

Huh, you think he’s a tool? Though it isn’t the first time I’ve heard that about him, I’ve had a few interactions with him through my job and he’s always been a super nice down to earth dude who is really into his two kids.

My mother is in one word...intense. She expertly managed to make almost all of my friends that met her quake in fear or discomfort. When I was in ninth grade, I got my first “real” boyfriend. One day after school, the two of us were hanging out at a friends house, and being the carless baby child that I was, my mom