Overheard in Forbes
Sorority Girl 1: How much would you have to be paid to drink horse cum?
Frat Dude: A lot. $10,000?
Sorority Girl 2: Less than that!
Sorority Girl 1: Yeah, I mean, I drink human cum all the time for free!
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“We definitely weren’t the favorites going into this,” senior and captain Casey Riley said. “But we pulled it out.” Riley wasn’t exaggerating. The women’s squash team, by many counts, was not the favorite to win this year’s Howe Cup.
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Welcome Pre-frosh! Congratulations on your acceptance to [one of ] the most selective college[s] in the Ivy League!
Two-hundred and fifty seven days, folks. Two hundred and fifty-seven. Let it roll of your tongues—257—it won’t be long now.
Stalking someone is like sucking the marrow out of bones. It is disgusting both to watch and perform.
When I heard about the Freshman Formal my mind immediately flipped to “Prom: The College Edition.” At first I didn’t even plan on going to the Formal.
Princeton’s drug culture is like a moon. Once a month it is full, lustrous and can be seen from all over campus. For some, this metaphorical moon is perpetually full and bright while for others the sky above is eternally dark.
What happens to your vomit? Which magical little elves comes and clean it up, so when you groan your way out of bed, you don’t step in it on your way to class? The singularly important responsibility of cleaning up vomit belongs not to elves but regular people—the Princeton Grounds and Maintenance Crew.
“It’s really big. I mean, it’s like really, really big,” a prospective Princetonian exclaimed. “Like I think my high school could, like, fit into this building. What do they do with all this space?” she queried, twirling her bleached blond hair around a manicured finger. She flounced off to catch a departing Orange Key Tour.
SAN ANTONIO - The sheetrock walls bare except for a few small, framed photographs and his desk markedly empty of the normal profusion of documents, Julian Castro’s downtown San Antonio, Texas office had the feel of a new house, not yet broken in by the inhabitants. Castro sat behind his ...
John Hagee has perfected this easily accessible, easily consumed version of Christianity at Cornerstone. He has pared down the commitment, time and energy one needs to devote to religion to the barest minimum. You simply show up at 8:30, 11:00 or 6:30 on Sunday and worship. For a little over an hour, you can cleanse your soul, praise the Lord and find peace. And you don’t need to strain yourself, either. The music is simple. The message is alliterative.
“You har veek! Veek Amereeken!” Mahmoud, self-proclaimed Master of Muscle and my personal trainer bellows at me. “VEEK!” he screams, as I struggle heroically with the weights on my arms and ankles to finish the lap around the track before awkwardly collapsing a few feet from the finish line, panting ...
When Ahmed was born those twenty or so years ago, the world was taking a piss. His mother screamed in agony as his overlarge head forced its way out of her vagina. His father, preferring oblivion to the messy, bloody process that is birth, smoked himself retarded outside the whelping chamber.
It was a dark and stormy night in a town that knows how to keep its secrets. The pavement was slick with forgotten promises and the air rank with dissolution and ambiguous morality.
The political mood in Cairo reflects the weather. Dull with spotty showers and windy. Things are chilly and one should probably wear a scarf when one exits a building. However, while America has its love affair with Barack Obama and the audacity of his Hope, Egyptians have resigned themselves to ...
Instead of the usual how-do-you-do, we’d like to tell a story.
There once were two bears. Both were young and happy; both led pleasant and fulfilling lives.
Or so they thought.
Over a lunch of pizza bagels, a fan of this very paper was asked to explain the Nass 100. "The Nass 100 is this thing that the Nass does every year where they like list one hundred things they never want to see again and like 33.3% of them are super funny." Well, we are pleased to announce a full 67 (round up!) percent of this year's list is top-form humour! Incremental progress, folks.
Ca: I think we need to have a talk.
Cb: What about?
Ca: I didn’t actually call you in here to take a shower. I called you in here for something else.
Cb: What’s that?
Ca: I called you in here because I think you have a drinking problem.
NW: On the topic of religious holidays: Yom Kippur, Day of Atonement. For the Princeton students, is there anything you must atone for?
[Pregnant pause]
JW: Caring too much.