What the world needs right now is more sluts. We have a surplus of pimps, playas, macks, and playboys, but a drastic shortagte of sluts. Not to say that there arent plenty of horny, promiscuous women and girls who have little or no qualms about having pleasent sex with relative strangers with no strings attached.
With Stony Brook facing a massive $20 million budget cut, graduate students calling for fairer stipends and more than 150 professors, adjuncts and faculty expressing their lack of confidence in the university's leadership, the departure of two leading professors in the College of Arts and Sciences (CAS) couldn't
Any man, woman or child who proclaims him or herself to be a sports fan takes great pride in doing so. We choose sports, teams, and players to idolize and identify with to bolster up as our heroes and role models. This is often a decision driven by the shared qualities we recognize between our heroes and ourselves, like a certain attitude, a physical appearance, a set of values, or a history of success and excellence. In some cases it is a history of failure and shortcomings that help us relate to an athlete or team.
April 20, 2008 was not a normal day at Stony Brook. The weather was very nice, it was sunny all day, and there was no class on 4/21 due to Passover. It was so amazing outside that people were making jokes about how they were thanking the Jews for canceling Monday classes the next day.
In the wake of the disorganization seen on campus after the alleged Pizza Gunman, Stony Brook University has spent money to develop a siren alert system to be used in case of any emergency.
It is no secret that the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR), set up by globalist kingpin David Rockefeller, exists to push for a world government. Carroll Quigley, mentor to Bill Clinton and member of CFR, says himself, "The Council on Foreign Relations...believes national boundaries should be obliterated and one-world rule established." In an effort to make this a reality, they have used incrementalism as a way to gain gradual acceptance of their plans.
For three weeks, I toiled away in my room. Sweat-stained Hanes contained rolls I had been trying to get down. The diet of McDonald's number two meals and Taco Bell’s chalupas did not help, but while I bookmarked Goons with Spoons, running a guild takes up too much time to cook like that sweet Rachel Ray. I was up all night on my seventh bottle of Bawls, cardboard and duct tape strewn all over the room. My costume would be the star of the show.