When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.
Why is it that everywhere I go I see my fellow students taking a siesta anywhere they please? I almost feel like taking candid pictures of them and posting them on Facebook!
I would personally like to thank the gentleman who stole my Monster energy drink while I was going to the bathroom in the library. Thanks pal.
More unnerving things to overhear: If you’re sitting in the waiting room of a repair shop where your car’s getting fixed and you hear a loud “bang!” and someone yelling “Oh $*&%!”
Will the horoscopes please stop giving Leos five stars so that I don’t have to keep hearing the girl next to me talk about how good her day is going to be?
Yesterday I walked by a girl on her cell phone, and this is the following conversation I heard, “Well… if it was on Facebook then it is obviously true!” What is college life coming to?