This article was originally published as part of the joke issue on 12.5.2013
Freshman fuck–up Judy McIlwain has a new “leash” on life.
“Watch how many I can fit in my mouth,” she says to us—unprovoked—in a context that does not make sense.
That is, until you realize she has chained herself to the 40th Street McDonald’s terrace, just trying to see how many blades of grass she can put into her mouth.
This article was originally published as part of the joke issue on 12.5.2013
Tired of the same old dating options, freshman Largo Fry asked Lowbrow to set him up with someone fresh and exciting for a blind brunch date to 40th and Walnut.
To Joe: I’ve literally never understood a single thing you’ve said.
To the kid who thinks he’s from Alabama: I’d let you roll my tide.
To the boys always out on highrise field: stop trying to make your trampoline–ball game happen.
To the guys trying to get into my pants: just stick your hands down them.
We've got mail! Does anyone still have AOL? Just us? What about Hotmail? Anyway, Lowbrow finally checked our inbox for the first time since NSO, and have we got some good advice for you!