Women: De-Classyfied
All those dirty little secrets, tucked away in the bowels of one man, revealed here for everyone to read. Don't look so nervous, girls.
J.B. is a graduate of Penn State University, where he majored in pre-marital sex. If you think that's a total lie, you wouldn't be the only one. He actually majored in greatness. J.B. recently moved back to State College because of a job opportunity and is looking forward to dominating State College once again. Aside from being arrogant, cocky, and self-righteous, J.B. enjoys a multitude of activities that involve him being right, and well, everybody else being wrong. Like the true hero he is, he believes in truth, justice, and the Hour way.
All those dirty little secrets, tucked away in the bowels of one man, revealed here for everyone to read. Don't look so nervous, girls.
Everybody has that friend in college who is legendary. That central character in every good story who helps you avoid future bad decisions.
We won the war, we drive on the right side of the road, and we could care less about Victoria Beckham. Clearly, the U.S. is better than England.
It's not every day that somebody asks you to help them commit murder and is totally serious about it. But getaway drivers don't grow on trees.
<strong>Thu, May 29, 10:35 pm To: Jim</strong> Im sending u this message so i look important and popular at the bar <strong>Thu, May 29, 11:02 pm From: Jim</strong> I am sending this response in hopes you are talking to a hot girl and you can look important. <strong>Thu, May 29, 11:06 pm To: Jim</strong>
As some of you know, every Thursday I play in a Kickball League. Don't worry, I'm not going to bore you with tales of kickball, but rather the drinking and hanging out we do afterwards. After the games, most of the teams head downtown to a particular bar for drink and food specials as long as we're wearing our team shirts.
Here's the deal, it has to do with baseball, so Nate will probably enjoy this. Some 12 year old kid in New Jersey was pitching in a PAL game and took a line drive to the chest. His heart stopped for a period of time and he suffered brain damage. Is this tragic?
It has recently come to my attention that every single PIC reader (yes, every single one) hates when I write about my Kickball league. I know this because Tyler Hurst told me. I would like to take this moment to thank him for bringing this to my attention. It is clear that you people prefer to hear about sex instead.
Believe it or not, today is the best day of my life. If you were standing next to me right now and I told you that, you might ask me what makes today the best day of my life? I would answer you by asking you a question, even though people hate that shit. Well, why WOULDN'T this be the best day of my life? It's the only day of my life that I'm currently able to participate in, for starters.
Shopping for a new car, which ones me? A cool convertible or an SUV? I didn't know that my credit was whack, now I'm driving off the lot in a used sub-compact! F-R-E-E, that's spells free, credit report dot com, baby. Saw their adds on my TV, thought about going but was too lazy.
God I love Wikipedia. I spend hours reading it sometimes. Do you know the entire history of Dr. Pepper?
<div style="clear:both;"></div>Everybody has been writing these "mind of" pieces since <a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/single_guys_mind.htm">Justin Rebello</a> did it a few years ago. Some kid even <a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/columns/justin/11-20-05.htm">plagiarized</a> his article in his school newspaper.