You are so bored and I know how much you hate that.
Scaaaarsdale. Scarsdalé. Dalé! Like Pitbull! Wow. That’s worldly.
Now, if I die in combat – as I drive my digital billboard truck – there is no way that anyone at Penn or Liz Magill (we’re both Type O) will receive my bleeding heart, my “BRN” eyes, or my fat ass.
Like did she get in or not?
Sniffle, sniffle, little bitch.
We’ve all been there. It’s 10:07 — the height of your mad dash to your 10:15 class — and everyone, and I mean everyone seems to be out on Locust. You see your professor, friends, enemies, and wait — is that the one girl your great aunt told you to keep an eye out for?
When I next put on some groovy flared jeans, I will shake ass. I will party party party till my panties fall down.
What if we were so far removed from it all that the lie became the truth?
Cold lecture hall, be gone. Git!
The brothers, sisters, and siblings sought to address the low BMIs and high protein powder intakes of their members. You can guess which problem each house is afflicted with.
Hopefully, this guide can ease some of the internship uncertainty – possibly with the help of a few risqué LinkedIn messages.
UPDATE: Pencil FOUND under a chair in the Moelis Reading Room. Police and Allied Security patrolling the area. You may resume normal activity.
Freshmen of the future, I’m coming for you.
The majority of what you heard about this writing publication is true: half of us are gay, half of us are going into consulting, all of us are an NYC 8 at least.
These fearless students waded through the swampy waters of Modules and Files to track down an odd little Excel sheet named “GradingRubricFINALDRAFT2.xlsx”
“It’s just crazy how limited available housing is these days,” Davis said as she walked from her Chestnut apartment living room, past the guest bedroom, and into her master bedroom.
Det. Kreuger would like to note suspect was really chill and cool and fun.
Nothing screams Delta Delta Delta like a W88 for UGM-133 Trident II SLBM warhead!
The water there is just so clear. Almost, like a bottle of Voss, but not quite.
Even Obama is gagging, diva.