Before I interviewed Niall, I already knew that he sold weed to my mates. I had no idea that he also makes thousands of pounds from selling a shed load of Class A drugs aside from his studies.
Frat parties are a mix of anything and everything that do not necessarily make sense when put together: massive, scary, slightly legendary, amazing, funny and most obviously sweaty.
Don’t remain a pupil forever. Offering up five tactics to increase your chances of doing well at university, a Platform writer invites you to pluck from his laurels.
"Last night I went to a club with friends and a number of close (female) friends and ended up forgetting the whole evening. Only then to discover 2 whole days after that I had repeatedly grinded like a weird annoying sex pest on one of the said friends (female). How do I make it better so I don't carry on looking like a sexual predator???"
Rhythmically pushing your dick all over the booty of a female friend is just dancing son. If the bitch has a problem with you grinding on her then it’s that bitches fault for taking dancing as anything more than just plain dancing. Where’s she from? That town in Footloose? Sheeesh.