Home for the Holiday Hell
Going home for winter break is like a collision of two worlds. Here's how to put a spark back into the old one before a black hole forms.
Going home for winter break is like a collision of two worlds. Here's how to put a spark back into the old one before a black hole forms.
Words of encouragement used to be hard to come by. Now there's a card to tell your roommate you understand if he's gay—From New Boyfriend.
You learn a lot about human nature working in the Big House. In fact, most of life on the outside falls short of prison life.
Google is taking all the leg-work out of getting to know somebody. I don't know about her man, Free iPod Shuffle girls aren't my type.
Christianity and Climate Change Environmentalism go head to head in a battle of old school religion vs. new school spokesmanism.
What Al Gore failed to mention was all the benefits of rising temperatures. Naked women, penguin slaves? I'm warming up to the idea already.
Global warming is the liberal's way of whining, 'I'm too hot, but it's not my fault, it's society's fault.'
Lean a little bit closer, see, roses really smell like poo-poo-poo. The only bouquet you want her smelling all night is from the wine and liqueur.
The university may never know your official choice, but your liver sure will. Remember, double majoring in liquor and beer is ill preparation.
Only a lucky few of us are able to quell the panic, fear and frustration of farting in favor of clinching, leaning and playing off the flatulent with skill.
There once was a time when no matter where you decided to purchase your fast food laxatives for lunch, it was 99 cents. Not anymore.
Hogging is not only a historically recognized mating technique, but a time-honored college tradition. So, how drunk were you?