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// is the sun warming the earth the best excuse we can come up with for why people always seem to be in heat?
// anyone going at anything around here tonight? seems very, very quiet on campus.
// the glass has been solved. it is neither half empty nor half full. ask any student. no matter how much you pour into it, it’s always empty when you look. philosophy is dead.
// “mum, why is it always a woman who plays the carp in the orchestra?” “olfactory irony, son.”
// sociolinguist. n. “person who moves from flirting with language to vigorously kissing language to asking language back to her flat and being penetrated by language until the wee hours of the morning, committing to call language soon but leaving language for another… tongue”
// today’s hollywood – “freeze your asses right there you deviant sons of unwashed bitches”. the hollywood of my deranged dreams – “cease the torsional motion of your rectal regions and the subsequently attached bodies as whole entities instantaneously on that spot, you daughter and son of multiple questionably hygienic female canine adults!”
// anyone want to bake cookies or what?
// i have successfully dropped the *air* guitar.
// even the sheep are asleep!
// this is just simply awesome. why can’t they bring this to england instead of the painfully nondescriptive signs on the motorways?
// today is a good day to… dye?
// ding dongs don’t stay merrily on high long with all the people trying to bite them…
// no more google+.
// icarus, the first celebrity to get high and burn out. the start of a new era!
// manchester on friday for the day. anyone want to come along for the ride?
// if you work at the dvla, fix yourself. now.
// due to your consumption of bacon, you cannot fit within the confines of your seat. you may not consume half of mine.
// from a distance I could have sworn those were toy sheep. then we got closer. they were toy sheep. go figure.
// thank you virgin. my eyes shall forever praise your name.
// the two rules of train travel with transpennine… if i am five minutes early, the train will be ten. if i am a half hour early, the train will be an hour late.