
Ask Flippy: Did I Get a Registration Hold Because I Didn’t Wish Morty a Happy Halloween?

You fucked up. You really fucked up.
You fucked up. You really fucked up.
The research, fondly dubbed the “Sweet Saccharin Study” undoes decades of anti-dextrose discourse. Doctors everywhere are reading the Sweet Saccharin Study with bewilderment, quitting their jobs, and wondering how they got it so wrong.
The scene where the new a cappella recruits dance in the amphitheater is replaced by visions of upperclassmen belting off-key by the Willard piano. The Riff-Off just makes me think of prime time at Norbucks.
“Poor people should get money…………………………… if they earn it.”
“You and all our readers know that I take a particularly hard stance on crime — more specifically, that it’s often the best way to make some good of a bad situation!”
“I really don’t know the differences between a pyramid scheme and multi-level marketing. I’m not like you ivory-tower econ bros, who only fantasize about the supply-and-demand curves.”
The bottle had never tried anything like this before college, it said.
“Makes me sick that they think the quality of that boy’s skull is more important than football”
… and an email informing her that the math department had no choice but to fail her for all current and future classes.
Hear me, readers and friends, and hear me well! I have found, through multitudinous encounters and experiences, that women aplenty — particularly those born after the year 1666 — know to do little more than consume stew, water thine horses, and blaspheme!