Have you seen the weather? Have you seen how foggy it is? Are you thinking of jumping ship to warmer pastures? Don’t! Just follow the simple guide below.
Stuffed to your gills with eggnog? Missing the slopes? Stuck with a bunch of junk that your weird relatives gave you? Follow this guide to get out of the post-holiday slump and back into Penn!
To Mask & Wig: Not inviting Bloomers to Comfest is like not inviting your drunk uncle to a wedding — nothing funny happens.
To every pre–med at Penn who thinks he or she’s smarter than a liberal arts major: Guess what, I’m better at sex.
To the closet druggie in my house who color–coded her prescription medication: Maybe it’s time to lay off the Adderall?
To the kid who thinks Allegros is pronounced "Allegrays": Get your shit together.
To the cheerleader who tried to get me to have a foursome: I didn’t read enough of "Fifty Shades of Grey"w for your fantasies.
To the Senior Superlatives: Most Irrelevant Publication.
To the girl who we fought to give our house to who then asked for the money she paid us for furniture back 4 months later: We can’t think of anything meaner to say than last semester’s Shoutout about you.
To my early calc recitation on the 4th floor: Thank you for making me look out of shape.
To the TriDelt who threw up while giving me a blowjob in the woods: Thanks for finishing.
To Skulls: If only you were called Brains.
To St.