Dreamt that people were protesting Food Not Bombs because it operated on a trade-in of “one bomb for two food”, which created a perverse incentive for more bombs

"please leave the room if this will Erect you" - Sexual R. Budd Dwyer

You're lying. This was taken from a different post about a student passing this note in class. Your pathetic fucking niece couldn't conceive this if she had a hundred years and the visual description being beamed into her ears by radio waves.

Good point

fap along if you feel like a goon with out a boof. hey folks how are we doing tonight. im your pilot ill be driving you to la

any of you ever been up this late

ive heard the zelda cdi "dinner" soundbite so many times at this point that it's gone past "lost all meaning" and swung around to "gained infinite meaning" like as far as im concerned the king isnt even referring to an actual meal hes just talking about Dinner like Dinner is a kind of substance. i picture like a sort of colourless edible plane, it's like an abstracted ideal of Food, absolutely no identity or flavour yet infinitely nourishing, infinitely pleasurable to indulge in. every articulable aspect of you looks at Dinner and finds it unappetizing but it stirs an interminable craving somewhere in you. it's Dinner

Can the smith college girls please get their shoes off the fuckin bed