Fling is intense. Highbrow commends any pre or post Fling drinking, because damn, that’s baller.
The Tuesday after Fling, Friars drank and chalked. Props for drinking a mere two days after Fling. We would give you more props if we didn’t find your chalk markings and self-obsession utterly annoying.
For the Greek scene, Fling started nice and early this year. We totally support your sponsorhip of Wednesday night downtown events; however, we do not think any of your parties — especially not a Theos socail event at G — warrant $20 cover charges.
Unless you live under a rock — or in, say, Sansom West — you partook in this weekend’s Fling festivities. Highbrow loves everything that Fling embodies; however, this year some events tainted our Fling experience. Lame sauce.
So SPEC picked a misogynist as the Fling performer; however, the far worse concert choice came from our beloved Beta. Sources say Chiddy Bang arrived late, were too intoxicated to play a full show and peaced out after four songs.
The Zete petting zoo is Fling’s most disgusting spectacle. Roast, roast, roast! We know holding a baby goat makes for the perfect Facebook pic, but it is borderline animal cruelty to have a bunch of scenesters (in heels no less!) coddling innocent animals. If that isn’t bad enough, tipsters say they spotted a poor bunny bleeding by the end of it all. Sad face.
Per usual, Mask and Wig got all nudie during Fling. Not funny. Not cool. Gross. That, combined with your weird Second Year Guy pledging tasks, confirms our belief that you are one of the most cultlike groups on campus.