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Opinions are like regrets. Everyone has one, some are well founded, while others are kept hidden deep away.
It’s super easy to be dismissive of other people’s opinions when you don’t agree, and with that said, here are some of my bullshit opinions.
Rollercoasters are scary as fuck.
I dislike bees but I appreciate the hustle.
Most Vines are trash but there’s a few that make it worthwhile. Case in point: fuck it up Kenneth.
Social media is toxic af but I would be so incredibly lost without it.
Walk of shame should be renamed to the walk of game cause you got some.
Ella and Beth (VUWSA off the record) is a great radio show on from 2-4.
You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, (legality pending ofc).
There’s never a good reason to be rude.
I fall in love with the NBA finals every year but I understand nothing about basketball.

People who Snapchat mundane shit like food are the worst.

People who Snapchat v cute animals are the best.
A cold Flame is the best beer my money can afford to buy.

Sex education never taught masturbation so someone’s definitely doing it wrong.

That person wasn’t me, to clarify.
VUWSA made Captain Planet our official superhero in 2008 but Spider-Man is my boi don’t @ me.
If you @ me do it at @realjackdonovan because although toxic, my frail sense of self worth is entirely dependent on it.

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