An Obituary for All the Fucks I Had to Give
All My Fucks graduated from Shame University in 1998 with high honors.
All My Fucks graduated from Shame University in 1998 with high honors.
Your next tweet will go viral, attracting the attention of your biggest celebrity crush and leading to a passionate affair. (1 in 40.3 billion)
With each passing day, her resolve grows weaker. She begins to wonder if the girl above will once again leave her in peace.
A gap year will help to make me the man I want to be. Unless you are planning to hire me, in which case: STOP READING. GIVE ME THE JOB.
The reality is that most of us haven’t been skydiving, invented a new technology, gotten bit by a shark, or know how to tap dance.
Seeing as though you sent in your application approximately 56 seconds after we sent out the form, you were a little too late.
If you need big words to have fun, or are using five or six big words before breakfast, then you might have a problem.
De Beauvoir and Goethe for the cottagecore lesbian desperately in love with her best friend. Byron and Žižek for the pervert with a heart of gold.
For starters, many of you have been attending parties. We told you not to do that! We thought you’d listen to us.
Food Service: Breakfast is served from 6:12 AM to 6:18 AM. You’ll have a choice of bran flakes or bran toast.
My music isn't something you stomach for the sake of increased brain function. Save that for the cod liver oil.
“Is there a doctor on the plane? Specifically, someone with a PhD in Mathematics with a focus on algebraic geometry?”