Gastronomic Dating Tips
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.
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?
So a lady friend has winked at you via webcam and now you've decided to let the beast out of its cage. Better hope it's not too tame.
Seems like 'ol Doc in the Box knows about as much as Elvis when it comes to prescribing the right pills. Whole lotta shakin' goin' on indeed.
Online stalking will only get you so far. Planning a real life date complete with 1993 GM Safari van? Now we're talking irresistible.
Attention America: Our laziness has come to a head, and it's time we start using our feet for more than standing around. Now walk it out.
When backpacking across campus in search of sex, drugs and booze gets old, head overseas where you can buy more potent versions of all three.
So you met a buttahead that caught the dragon, and she had a troll and a yao with her but they were nassatalls. Time for a dance club dictionary.
Why don’t we sign each other’s yearbooks anymore after high school? Stress. Not to worry, now it's all multiple choice and fill-in-the-blank.