When I
go to donate blood this Monday, I’m going to be asked a question. Depending on
how I answer that question, I could be banned from donating blood—indefinitely.
Work in Progress
It was almost like a whim, but an involuntary one. "We should make a blog," Katlyn said. I tried to thrash her hopes for as long as I could before I submitted to the fact that we would be awesome at it.
It's going to be an interesting journey full of blood, lachrymose, and laughter, but hopefully just the last one. Mostly.
Showing posts with label PSA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PSA. Show all posts
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
#BitchAssGenerationProblems
“Kids these days are too fucking soft, specially with all this anti-bullying bullshit...back in the day you just had to man the fuck up and fight ya own battles. Bitch Ass generation.” –A Facebook Status
Thursday, April 7, 2011
PSA: Shipping [Out Of] Boston
Spring time is in our midst. The cleaning crews are out and the grass is being replanted. Birds are singing, the flowers are blooming and finally the sky is still light at 6 pm. However, now is coming the time of panic and disconcertment among the lovely, soon-to-be-short-wearing students. That issue? Where the hell are you going to store all of your shit after it's time to go home?
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Kites: Lies in the Skies
I've always had a problem with people who enjoyed flying kites. Sure, they look all happy and picturesque. Good for them.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
PSA: Stairs
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| I wouldn't do that for a million dollars. Maybe. |
Friday, March 4, 2011
PSA: Nutella
It's chocolate. It's hazelnut. It's chocolate and hazelnut mistaken for chocolate peanut butter. It is Nutella.
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