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SHOUTOUTS, DUH

Hear Ye, hear Ye:

You have 24 hours to get your Shoutouts in. And we really mean it. So please, no more dilly-dallying good sirs and ladies of the Penn populace!

Make them funny. Make them good. But most importantly, make them somewhat comprehensible, because we like to be able to understand things sometimes.

Here are a few oldies but goodies that should inspire you to do great thangs:

To the rhetorical question answerer in Engl 055: When you giggle I can't help but equate you with child molesters and people who drink Fanta and like it.

To the trees on Pine Street: Why do you smell like cum?

To the person who said the trees on Pine smell like cum: Whoever smelt it, dealt it.

To the girl in line in front of me at Mark's Cafe who threw a tantrum because an employee neglected to put soy milk in her Mocha Javalanche: The composition of your afternoon's beverage should not be that important to you. The fact that it is, I believe, makes you a terrible person.

To Dan Kline: I'm your number one fan. Love, Dan Kline.

To the transfer student bonesmuggler that got pipe railed in a Hamilton high rise window: Welcome to Shoutouts, this is how we do.

To my French 140 teacher who can't pronounce the letter 'h': I think you are -ot. Please give me -ead.

Send ‘em to: street-shoutouts@dailypennsylvanian.com by noon tomorrow. Please.

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