Basically a playlist to get yourself motivated for studying! Gets you pumped about and makes you wanna study like a champ (based on own experiences).
Listen, get pumped and study = profit? [listen]
"Grim Grinning Ghosts"
Playcount: 136,433 plays
Spongebob conjured up more saliva and sucked faster. Squidward moaned and held the back of Spongebob’s head. His own ejaculate rose back up into the main tube. He was gonna cum. Squidward held on for his life. It was gonna be a big one! Even bigger than when he and Spongebob dry humped and rubbed each other’s dicks. Squidward scrunched up his face and gritted his teeth. His face was becoming beet red."Ohh…h-here it…c-comes!" He moaned.
The aliens have arrived and it's worse than we feared. They're don't want to annihilate us. They want to invade us. In every sense of the word.
"You like it, don't lie," she whispered into his ear. She dragged herself up his prone body, antennae tickling a sexy path through his chest hair. "You like my hard exoskeleton rubbing against your leaking cock. Mmm, yeah, you like how all eight of my eyes are looking at you and only you. You like all these legs gripping you tight-" she cuts off with a scream, rearing back from Dean. Behind her, Dean can see Cas holding a bloody sword. "The only one who may grip Dean tightly," he says, "is me."
"No," Leia said passionately, throwing herself against Jabba's side. "I'm not going!" Han Solo's mouth dropped open. "What?! We're here to rescue you!" Leia shook her head so hard her chains rattled. "You're here to ruin my happiness," she accused tearfully, "Jabba's the best thing to ever happen to me!" Han Solo couldn't believe this was happening. "He's a gelationous slug person!" he said. "Yes," Leia agreed. She leaned forward conspiratorally. "A slug person with four penises."
"I can't do it," Sam shouted. He closed his eyes, turning away from both Dean and the laptop. "If you loved me you wouldn't ask me to do this." Dean growled. "Bitch, do it," he said, "It's not gonna kill you." Sam snatched up his baby and cradled it protectively. "It may not kill me," Sam whispered, "But it will kill my SOUL." He turned and looked dramatically out the window. He couldn't do it. He couldn't turn off the Wifi.
Castiel worked his hand lower, teasing the line of hair as Dean gasped beneath him. With sure fingers he gripped Dean and stopped moving. Dean squirmed uncomfortably, trying to get friction. "Cas what are you doing?" he asked gruffly. Castiel stared deep into Dean's fanfiction green eyes. He slowly pulled his hand out of Dean's pants, showing that he had his thumb tucked between his forefinger and middle. "I've got your meat sausage, Dean," Castiel said gravely. Dean was mortified.