Overheard on the Street:

Freshman girl 1: What if that car just ran over us right now?
Freshman girl 2: That’d be so Regina George.

Overheard on the way to the street in front of Brown Hall

Guy: Somebody’s daughter is getting fucked tonight.

Overheard on the street

Drunk girl (indignantly): Gay is just not a synonym for stupid!
Drunk guy: Yes, it is! When are you going to get that through your fucking head!

Overheard by Frist

Group of girls, leaving the street: She was wearing stilettos. I mean, you do you… but she was doing you all wrong.

Overheard in the library

Senior girl, reflecting on Kant: The next time I'm making out with someone on the street, I'm going to ask them, excuse me, do you see me as a means or an end?

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Overheard in Terrace

Ivy officer: Terrace is the best club on the street.

Overheard outside Frist

Dude: If you join Terrace you get to be super edgy and cross the street this way every day.

Overheard by Studio 34

Maintenance worker, to fellow worker: Forget the Street. These kids are animals. They’re beasts. They’re just products of their environment.

Overheard on Facebook

Tower member: Straight up encountering bunnies on the way home from the street makes my night they are just so chill

Overheard in The Daily Princetonian

Quad Officer: We’re a pretty popular club on the street.

Overheard at the CJL

Brunette person: I’m working in Frist on Wednesday night and there are people coming back from the Street--blonde people.

Overheard at the CJL

Brunette person: I’m working in Frist on Wednesday night and there are people coming back from the Street--blonde people.

Overheard in the Prince

Rutgers Alum/Wacko: 'If you actually hang out with a lot of the members, especially the members now, you’ll hear them use the phrase n—ger and jig—boo all the time, shouting out of cars at black people on the street and stuff like that,' Joseph said, noting that he wasn’t 'a racist or anything like
that,' but that he too used both words from time to time.

Overheard on the Facebook

Guy1: There was this one time my sophomore year of high school when some poor guy on the street asked me for a couple of bucks to buy a pizza. At the time I was big into my objectivist phase, so I was just like, "Ayn Rand, dude!" slapped him five, and went on my merry way.