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...After the scoring burst that opened the period, the Crimson took advantage of three costly Big Green penalties in the final eight minutes of the second to make a statement to a Dartmouth team that took Harvard to overtime at Bright Hockey Center...
...strapless wool tube dress--she looked herself up and down, fidgeted with the top of her dress and began, "I've made my clothes to allow for a woman's body, if you have one." Said a buyer from Miami, giggling: "Like you certainly do!" While the crowd burst out laughing, someone in the back whispered, "Hey, isn't she the one that used to go with Jerry Seinfeld?" The answer, of course, is yes, but everyone was too busy filling out order forms to respond...
Like any regular Thursday morning, I was busily scribbling notes from The Crimson's cliquey front row of Professor Harvey "C -" Mansfield's moral reasoning lecture, when from a few seats behind me I heard an old woman burst into a garbled, phlegm-filled hacking fit. If I were mature, I would have disregarded this disruption of Book Eight of Plato's Republic like everyone else in the class. But I'm not, so I giggled at the funny noise. My outburst was audible for just a second because I clenched my body to hold in the laughter. I shook...
...clears sinuses. It refuses to catch fire, and it might as well be medicated. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's an Altoid. The origin of the unassuming peppermints' curious strength has baffled consumers for almost two centuries. Small, round and chalky, they threaten to burst from their Britishly metal tins. Set us free, their vaguely hospitalic aroma commands. Pop us in. Should you respond to their bidding, keep this in mind: the Altoid is a deadly, deadly breath freshener. Though it may leave neophytes running for water, however, the Altoid remains the mature alternative to chewing...
Like any regular Thursday morning, I was busily scribbling notes from The Crimson's cliquey front row of Professor Harvey "C -" Mansfield's moral reasoning lecture, when from a few seats behind me I heard an old woman burst into a garbled, phlegm-filled hacking fit. If I were mature, I would have disregarded this disruption of Book Eight of Plato's Republic like everyone else in the class. But I'm not, so I giggled at the funny noise. My outburst was audible for just a second because I clenched my body to hold in the laughter. I shook...