Think You’ve Seen It All? That Girl You Know Just Soft Launched That She’s in a Senior Society
Me? Jealous? I'm NOT jealous.
Me? Jealous? I'm NOT jealous.
Me? Jealous? I'm NOT jealous.
James complained: "the Lakers drafted my son Bronny so now we have to shower naked together after every game."
An experience, for sure.
I'm only telling you this because you're like my third best friend here.
Apollo joins the COB Phi Delt PC '25.
With a shiver, you realize you're doing numbers only child sex offenders are excited to hear.
As someone who hasn’t had a girlfriend in 19 years, these are some of my favorites.
Wonder is on track to be the first ever successful restaurant with inedible food
Zhangzhang (Tony) Zhang stated that “solving the world’s most complex problems/helping the world’s most vulnerable people/creating things that people all over the world want has been [his] singular interest during his one semester at Penn so far.”
University officials cite an honest mistake made by a freshman.
Please stop by Galactus’ Little Shop— which is actually a Sukkah this week— and say hello to your benevolent overlord’s wealthiest benevolent overlord.
Now, through the will of God, Jane can continue monkeying around at least 72 more times.
Climb into the vents and grab a handful.
The postgrad Wharton student was left embarrassed and humiliated after realizing a critical misunderstanding of what the letters MBA stand for.
Students rejoiced upon finding tickets hidden in their chocolate bars: it read, "Janae's Golden Ticket: Valid for One Darty." However, one student wasn't so lucky. Instead of gold, his silver slip read: "Valid Only at Spades."
Acme Supermarket’s University City location was left devastated after an average flow of grocery shoppers on Wednesday afternoon. District Manager Kristen Lewis condemned what she called “an appalling display of greed,” citing customers who dared to purchase eggs, cereal, and even a single bag of spinach.
Under the Button has obtained exclusive information that Trump’s hand blemish is related to his blood oath with the Wharton Undergraduate Finance Club (WUFC, "Wuu-FF-KK" (/wɪˈfɪc/))
Every night before I fall asleep in my high-rise shoebox of a room, I ask myself a question: do I deserve more, or do I deserve less?
What genre is this?
There were people who were enjoying themselves, dancing, and taking photos. What kind of fucked up, twisted party guest would take photos? Have we all lost our minds? I do not take photos. And no one was talking to me either. That was everyone else’s fault for not wanting to interact with me. What an awfully curated party.