We here at The Uproar are often privy to pieces of hallway conversation that, when heard out of context, prove to be quite interesting.  Here are some of the snippets that our staff has collected… and that we are allowed to post on the site.

She looks like my grandmother on her vegan holidays.

He kind of looks like Jeffrey Dahmer… but cuter.

Dude, even Korea fights Korea, bro.

It’s money time!

The only Econ I know is Communist Econ.

You would do that for $500?

Whenever I see chicken without an article before it, I think of food.

You don’t eat seafood and you like cats??

Sleep is a commodity.

The only country I want us to invade is us.

Yeah dude, I just gnaw on those wings, bro.

This is slower than bureaucracy!

It was so much fun… until I started throwing up

I was talking to Chad, Kyle.

I’m going vegan for a week. You should do it with me.

I built a funeral pyre for my English grade last night, but it’s probably too wet from the snow.

You… You ended our streak ON PURPOSE!

You just hit your foot on a desk and made a noise like the Pillsbury Doughboy. You were not schooled on the streets.

I just gave him a dirty look because I don’t speak to peasants.

I came in here to pop a pimple, but now it’s not going to pop and I’m going to cry.

I’d assume I’m an atheist, but I don’t care. I’m praying to all of the gods before I die.

I take acting. You can’t trust anything I say.

Why would you ever stand behind a horse??

I love 2048. Makes me feel so much smarter than I actually am.

It’s bros before significant women in your life.

Is it a full-body massage?

I have nothing to lose. I just don’t care.

This is me at my best. I’m sorry.

I’m rolling my eyes so hard that I’m losing my eyeballs.

“Are you a raging mess?” “Sometimes.”

Somewhere in the world, there is a man installing turn signals on BMW’s that will never be used.

I always keep my chance mechanisms locked up.

I don’t mean to make you feel bad about yourself, but I’m having Chik-Fil-A for lunch.

Dude, I’m in the bathroom. Why are you calling me?

I don’t want to see what’s going on in your real life. Not you personally, but you as a body.