I fucking hate it that the KUL announces the date of the herexamens in the beginning of august.
I want to cry a river and drown in it.
I fart in the Agora elevator. Maybe that's why it breaks down so much. Anyway, enjoy the smell of genius darlings!
Een kuisvrouw op kot is als een doelman van KV Oostende: hopeloos.
We skipped almost six courses to get into Primark. Still we didn't get in.
We once raced the entire blijde-inkomststraat to the bottom on a big garbage bin. It went fast as lightning. In the end we were thrown off by hitting the sidewalk. We were lucky there was no police control, because we weren't wearing helmets.
Was I in a coma the last year? When the f*ck has Wiezen become so popular?
These days, I've been walking around in my pyjama. Even in the shop and the library.
There is only one reason I have for becoming fat since university: Free fries and mayonaise in the Alma. No regrets.
There is a vending machine in the social science building that gives more drinks than you pay for, its random but about 3 for the price of 1. Every time I have a class there I put my bag down and fill it with as many drinks as I can because I'm cheap.
There is one guy I really hate, but he keeps buying me bottles in the Ambi.
Actually, I'm happy the Worldcup Football is only held every four years. My 'cummulatieve studie-efficiëntie' wouldn't have survived another one this year.
The vegetables, potatoes and meat aren't allowed to touch each other on my plate.
The sweetest revenge ever: using the condoms your ex gave you as a hint with another guy.
The only reason I have an account on 9gag is to see the NSFW.