Op-Ed: Sorry That You’re a Former Gifted Child. I’m Still Gifted and Now Also Beautiful.
The difference is for me it’s still true, and I’m extremely popular and good-looking as well.
The difference is for me it’s still true, and I’m extremely popular and good-looking as well.
Ms. Penleggs reported a noticeable shift in the man’s face. He “finally stopped looking at my tits and looked me in the eyes for once,” then immediately dapped her up, proudly confessing, “oh hell yeah dude I got two of those myself.”
Dear Flippington, If you haven’t noticed, it’s that time of year again. All the high schoolers are lining up like lambs to the slaughter to visit our wonderful campus. But they don’t know the horrors. Those guides won’t tell them about the last-minute dining hall crowds at 7, they won’t tell them about the religious zealots on Sheridan that try to trick you into giving them your soul through free coffee, and they sure as hell won’t tell them that
I don’t condone violence. I don’t condone breaking traffic rules. But I do condone following honor codes typically used by children.
I man in cave old times each day go get meat for family drink water and sleep at night. Some day think of world and wonder. Man think a lot in time. Look at ground. Dirt for plants. Look at sky. See only birds. Stone useless. Unless for tools. Everything used one think only. Makes sense to man. One to one. But man confused. Man look down. Why penis used for two things.
I’m a little concerned – how does Santa Claus get into the dorms if they don’t have chimneys?
It flashes before my eyes. A streak of gray, a small chittering sound, and a set of wide eyes entice me. My mouth waters, soaks in anticipation. I must eat. The hunger consumes me, ravages my body. I am as ravenous as a skeleton waiting for its next indigestible meal. I lock eyes with the creature, my prey. It chomps on its acorn, daring me to bite. Oh squirrel, I must devour you! The sumptuous squirrels on this campus are
In response, Trump has also launched his own podcast: “Call Me God.”
Her housemate Emma Davis claimed that she was supposed to meet Caroline and their friends for dinner. “Caroline told me over text that she just had to finish folding one of her bras—forty minutes, tops, she said. But then forty minutes turned into an hour, and an hour turned into three,” Davis said through tears.
In a shocking turn of events this past weekend, RFK Jr., has admitted to being the starting force behind Hurricane Milton.