It feels like spring, doesn't it? It's hot as hell outside, the Tabard babies have swapped their normal wardrobes for a lovely shade of green and random pseudo–hippies who probably should have gone to Brown are playing frisbee golf on College Green.
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Highbrow just got into the frat of its dreams! But now we're getting our faces hazed off. :( But at least we're not alone…
Theos wasted no time in taking their new kids down a peg.
As a 21–year old senior woman, I have had a decent amount of sexual experience. I have dealt with virgins, sexual aficionados, Lotharios, rough lovers and quick comers.
I’m always the most awkward around new people. I feel the need to point out every personal flaw I have, which usually reverts back to my horrible taste in just about everything.
7:00 a.m.: Wake up still drunk. Why did I book a 9 a.m. Megabus again?
7:06 a.m.: Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal.
7:11 a.m.: Stuff any clean clothes I can get my hands on into a duffle bag.
Theos upperclassman: So, I ask every rush here if they want a bid. They say yes. I say fuck you.
Girl in Houston: It’s always good to keep a few spoons in your purse.
*This article is a part of the the Fall 2011 Joke Issue: Real Housewives of 34th Street.
As any true housewife knows, husbands are an essential part of maintaining the super fab, luxurious lifestyle that goes along with the title of being a real housewife.
Alpha Phi–ver girl flyering: Can we all just please pretend we’re having fun?
Sweetgreen employee: We ain’t got no more lettuce.
Girl in line: I’m literally going to die.
Beijing fortune cookie: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.
Owls douche: WOW THAT IS SO IRONIC.
Guy flyering: Eric!