I will post this from the post down there, as it is more relevant.
A girl had written on my friend, who's at the University of Oxford, that she was "COMING OXFORD ON SATURDAYYYY". The one who wrote it is herself at Cambridge. University of. Doing English fucking Literature.

WHAT THE FUCK YOU UTTER SPASTIC. WHERE THE FUCK IS THE TO? IS IT REALLY THAT HARD? IT'S NOT FUNNY TO DELIBERATELY TALK LIKE AN IDIOT. OR COOL. FUCK OFF.
I may or may not have personal grievances with this girl
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Thu 4 Nov 2010, 12:46, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

As for food, nothing. I'm not hungry at the moment. Will take a chocolate bar for when I lose my mind in lectures.

( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Thu 4 Nov 2010, 12:47, Reply)

I'm starving but lunch is not until 1pm
and the sandwich is mocking me from my bag.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 4 Nov 2010, 12:49, Reply)

I'm still in bed. Need a shower, but I can have one AND get into college for before 2pm.

( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Thu 4 Nov 2010, 12:52, Reply)

Smelly bum

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 4 Nov 2010, 13:14, Reply)

I have more of a problem with all of the Y action.

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 4 Nov 2010, 12:50, Reply)

She puts them in really odd places. She thinks she's really cool. She deserves to be beaten to death with a brick.

( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Thu 4 Nov 2010, 12:51, Reply)