Word: drunks
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...They say you should never mix business with pleasure. So then explain to me how a putt-putt golf company operates.” —Nayeli E. Rodriguez is a sophomore in Currier House and the incoming Features editor. She aspires to a career as a drunk dialer...
...that drapes unfortunately. Unless you are the direct descendant of Robert the Bruce, I would definitely reconsider it. 4. Pashminas. There is a scene in “Bridget Jones’s Diary” where Bridget defines her romantic travails in terms of pashminas. Then everyone gets drunk, yells about fin-de-millennium feminism and cries about how George Clooney from ER is their real boyfriend. I hope this sufficiently dates the trend for all of you. 3. Unflattering black pants made out of a weird stretchy material. 2. A too tight Oxford shirt made out of what...
...then it was over. Boy, was I happy to see that first grimace of pain. The plaster was hard, the X-ray was good and the child prodigy was back. He was still a little groggy from the Versed, but there's a world of difference between the sleepy-drunk effects of that drug (it's in the valium family) and the floating, hallucinating, who-am-I? mystical effects of ketamine. As Sasha returned to normal I tested the nerve to his hand. "Do you feel me touching your fingers now?" I asked...
...cook from the restaurant hung out in the back dressed in chef's whites. And though the candidate eventually got to cutting taxes and government spending, the importance of the war on terror and educational choice, he began with an old Irish joke about "the O'Reilly twins getting drunk again" - one of four or five jokes in his repertoire. Reporters talk of pitching in to buy the candidate a book of new ones, but McCain is enthusiastic in telling them, and the tale of the O'Reilly twins is usually met with gales of laughter. From there, he pitched...
Life at Harvard is pretty dreary. Between the cold, the slow Internet, and the demise of our underage booze kitty, I’m hard pressed to do more these days than lie in bed and imagine I’m surfing the web, drunk...