“You don’t understand,” you might say. “My parents spent thousands of dollars, and I have so many expectations riding on this, and if something goes wrong, then I’ve ruined everything. Do you even understand that kind of pressure?”
newswhore:

An open letter to the Class of 2013 inspired by my friend who had a nervous breakdown and went to the hospital because of graduation stress. 

“You don’t understand,” you might say. “My parents spent thousands of dollars, and I have so many expectations riding on this, and if something goes wrong, then I’ve ruined everything. Do you even understand that kind of pressure?”

newswhore:

An open letter to the Class of 2013 inspired by my friend who had a nervous breakdown and went to the hospital because of graduation stress. 

newswhore:

“I’m The Comic Who Was Fired Because 10 Men Heckled Me To Show My Breasts And Vagina.” 

“Hey. The next time a bunch of guys are shouting ‘Show us your tits!  Show us your bush!’ you might want to tell them to shut up.” The manager was taken aback. “Oh. I thought you liked it.”

newswhore:

“I’m The Comic Who Was Fired Because 10 Men Heckled Me To Show My Breasts And Vagina.” 

“Hey. The next time a bunch of guys are shouting ‘Show us your tits!  Show us your bush!’ you might want to tell them to shut up.” The manager was taken aback. “Oh. I thought you liked it.”

newswhore:

Are you there, Jesus? It’s me, Mandy.

“Fuck you,” I said. “And that’s Jesus talking. Directly. That was his special message for you, buddy.”

newswhore:

Are you there, Jesus? It’s me, Mandy.

“Fuck you,” I said. “And that’s Jesus talking. Directly. That was his special message for you, buddy.”