If you have a life and don't live in a single in Hill as a junior, you might not know that PennApps happened this weekend. Oh, but we do. Here are some of the most promising apps.
Every year we’re stunned by Penn students’ sheer inability to submit funny shoutouts. Since you never learn, we’re making an example of some particularly heinous submissions. We’re not laughing with you, we’re laughing at you.
You know that feeling when you’re not yet sick but the back of your throat is a little scratchy and you have to blow your nose when you wake up and you know you’re about to come down with a quarantined– in-bed–level cold?
To City Step: How can y’all be so ratchet and still be allowed to work with small children?
To all of SAE: So how many of you have hooked up with each other?
To the homeless man outside CVS: I’m not going to spare some change for you if you keep calling me big guy.... I’m a girl.
To the cruel, cruel lady who makes salads at Houston: You’re the meanest lady in the world.
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Corrections were made to the online version of the feature article, "From the West Bank to West Philadelphia," and can be found here.
You may have noticed the slew of senior society chalking cropping up around around campus (how else can they remind you they exist?). Lowbrow has the 411 on which gaggle of campus elites is responsible for marking up West Philly.
JAP: How does Ernest Owens have a boyfriend and I don’t? (Ed. Note: Ernest also was selected for EOTW and you weren't.)
Guy on Locust: They couldn’t get actual drugs, so she took a horse tranquilizer.
Pledge: My Tinder standards are, like, not as low as my real standards.
Hipster: Once I realized they were in Pikapp I was like “WTF” because I thought they went to Drexel.