Consider this...

No.  This isn't real life.  Take your com degree and go get a job cuz you have waaayyy too much time on your hands.




soooo gotta eat my words because a she just put up a pic of her letter indicating she's on the dean's list in the college of nursing with a 4.2 gpa...ha i guess she's just good at multitasking

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Sooo, I put on a pair of jeans yesterday, fresh from the floor, and hurried out to go to a meeting...they were the jeans I had wore a few days before but nbd.  I'm on my way to class and I start to feel something slide down the back of my leg.  Turns out, the pair of chones I had been wearing with the pants from a few days ago were still in the leg of the jeans and were now desperately trying to escape.  aaawkwaaard...ha

"Is that a tumor on your calf?"

"Oh that? Na, that's just my spare pair."

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sometimes you just shouldn't go to school in america if you aren't american

consider this...

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth  ...gag this poem improved: "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"   I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden breasts abound; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their nips in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not look away, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And throws at the boobs some dollar bills. William Wordsworth and Brad Frandsen

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Talking on the phone is more fun when you multi-task.