While the University was also considering Hulk Hogan, Alex Baldwin, and Cyndi Lauper, they ultimately went with Elvira because she was willing to do the job for the cheapest and appealed most to the ghosts of investors past.
Since the seniors are checked out, and nobody else has really been to campus, it seems like juniors are going to rule the school.
It's not that hard to make your WiFi feel like the desirable woman that she is.
Get ready to see some graphic shit.
I’m sitting here, 19 years old, with reading glasses perched on the bridge of my nose, a warm cup of chamomile tea in hand, and an inhibiting fear of dehydration that consumes the entirety of my being. I have reluctantly accepted the brutal truth: I have become my mother.
A gram of recreational ketamine, which was sold for a mere nickel on Locust Walk back in 1970, now goes for at least $300, and that’s only if you supplement your dealer with a blowie.
Late last night, an unimaginable crime was committed. UTB will investigate, ‘til there’s but one left un-acquitted. The cookie jar whom stood proudly on Gutmann’s desk has been emptied—depleted by an unruly pest.
Despite the flooding tragedy, Gutmann is ready to hit the ground running—or swimming—and solve some problems.
Your heart beats in your ears; you see its shadow projected on the door ahead; your mouth goes dry. You are not alone. You remain still—silent—while you turn your neck slowly; your eyes widen as you see the horror behind you —WELCOME HOME.
Felt cute, might shit later.
"Hello, welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order?" Those sacred words made my heart leap. I had been waiting for them all day.
Wharton student, Anthony Quill '22, has recently qualified for Olympic track and field after an impressive Netflix marathon time of 4 days, 6 hours, 23 minutes, and 44 seconds.
It might be worthwhile to take up some hobbies while you wait for the limelight again.
Bloody assholes deserve bloody Mary’s.
Listen. I'm sure there's news today. But I don't get paid to write here, and honestly, I'm getting sick of everyone always asking me to report on things that I don't care about.
So far, I haven't seen any job openings I liked since I started my search 15 minutes ago, but I'm sure something will turn up...
Yeah, I’ve been told I should do standup comedy, but tweeting nonsequiturs on the internet under the moniker “jasonson” is so much more fun, and the likes give me instant gratification.
Measure all you want, but a small penis is a small penis.
She proceeded to listen to Thinking Bout You by Frank Ocean three times. Within 10 minutes, she upped and died.
Henceforth, all that maintain ties to the Great Daily Pennsylvanian are considered traitors. Beware!