Overheard in Pyne courtyard
Girl: I can't believe you used our lube to masturbate.
Guy: That shit is amazing. With six drops of that stuff I think I could fuck a walnut.
I want
to ask you to quietly look for a reliable and honest person who will be capable and fit to provide either an existing bank account or to set up a new Bank a/c immediately to receive this money, even an empty a/c can serve to receive this funds quitely. [They always pretend to be letting you in on a big secret to start things off]
Are you tired of watching people sleep? Getting bored of collecting fingernail clippings and used tissues? Is it too much of a hassle to leave threatening notes on that special someone’s front porch? Sounds like you need to grab a webcam and e-stalk from the comfort of your own home.
1. I don’t know about Princeton in the Nation’s Service, but I’m at your service anytime.
2. Did you know I was president of the BSU? As in, I’m black and single, you?
3. Step into the ex-com office and I’ll show you the new ...
At some point (or at several points) in your college career, you will find yourself half-passed-out on your neighbor’s couch arguing violently with them about movies. You aren’t quite sure how you ended up on your neighbor’s couch or how the bent of your conversation even turned to film in the first place, but it has.
When I was five years old, I loved to think. Other kids had G.I. Joes, Barbie dolls, and cartoons, but I absolutely loved to stimulate my imagination. The way I usually did this was to skip in circles on my living room rug while listening to Michael Jackson. And so for years I associated happiness with listening to MJ.
Last week, Princeton was subpoenaed for the names and information of almost forty students, in preparation for lawsuits the RIAA is bringing against them against them. On Monday, the Nassau Weekly's Jessica Woods sat down with one of the accused to find out the real story.
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.
On February sixteenth, at author and professor Joyce Carol Oates’ reading in McCormick Hall, the front rows of the auditorium are filled with a veritable Who’s Who of campus luminaries.