When your girlfriend doesn’t realize Danny Brown is a feminist. . .
Shout outs to all the people who are going to turn up at Danny Brown even though half of his raps are self-consciously about the downward spiral of drug use. Pop the molly, I’m sweatin’
To the Rosemary Construction Crew: I know you’re trying your best, I appreciate the work you’re doing for the city, but fuck you.
Pam Hemminger owes me several car parts after this week on Rosemary.
Pumpkin Spice Latte … Pumpkin Spice Cocktail … Pumpkin Spice Latte Cocktail for my 8 a.m.
At least the DTH not publishing on Tuesday means there is one less day they can fuck up the sudoku.
Pedestrians approaching cross-walks: Check. Slow down and come to a complete stop: Check. Gesture of gratitude: NO. Reduced gas mileage AND worn brakes deserves A WAVE. C’mon, Carolina, get your WAVE ON~
It’s a sad state of affairs when you need to wear the free Jill Stein shirt you got at the fair because you don’t have any other clean laundry.
I have to change my haircut day. It WAS Tuesday, but that was when I could count on a DTH to read while waiting.
Don’t get me wrong, I love democracy, but I’m happy that N.C.’s mail-in voter registration deadline was last Friday so I can walk to class without being asked five times if I’m registered to vote at my current address.
Donald Trump is not a Nazi, technically.
I have a hard time believing that EVERY SINGLE sudoku this year has been a one. For those of us whose self-worth is defined by our ability to solve level four puzzles, this year has been a disappointment indeed.
Because of the print quality in the DTH lately, the solution to the previous puzzle is now a puzzle.
I didn’t even have this early of a Halloween curfew when I trick-or-treated in elementary school.
My responses “lack merit” like UNC’s do too!
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