Word: pigged
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...hospital two years ago). Serious troublemakers stuck to the action at the alumnae tailgates. One Owl boy was spotted somersaulting into porta-potties—one flew open, revealing a bemused middle-aged man. For the first time since 1879, the Porcellian tailgate (which came complete with a dead pig!) was THE place to be. At the Kirkland tailgate, an ’09er deliberately exposed himself to everyone’s favorite sex blogger. Impossible is nothing, literally. Phoho’s pre-Harvard-Yale Aleksey Vayner theme party featured a DJ, refreshments, and a grand total of zero...
...Anita O'Day, 87, edgy vocalist of the '40s and '50s, dubbed the Jezebel of Jazz for her ability to scat new energy into old standards and for her long struggle with drug addiction, for which she served jail time; in Los Angeles. Born Anita Colton (O'Day was pig Latin for dough--"what I hoped to make," she said), she brought early hits to bandleaders Gene Krupa (Let Me Off Uptown) and Stan Kenton (And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine) and cemented her hipster reputation by performing in low-key jackets and skirts instead of gowns. Of her career...
...Anita O'Day, 87, edgy vocalist of the '40s and '50s, dubbed the Jezebel of Jazz for her ability to scat new energy into old standards and for her long struggle with drug addiction, for which she served jail time; in Los Angeles. Born Anita Colton (O'Day was pig Latin for dough-"what I hoped to make," she said), she brought early hits to bandleaders Gene Krupa (Let Me Off Uptown) and Stan Kenton (And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine) and cemented her hipster reputation by performing in low-key jackets and skirts instead of gowns. Of her career...
...Cook a pig at the tailgate. A pig marinated...
...restrictions beg for student guerilla-style ingenuity. Line your pants pockets with plastic bags and then fill them with gin or moonshine. Better yet, do this with cargo pants or those big moonboots. Hit the alumni tailgate and steal some massive martinis and roast suckling pig from unwitting robber barons. Or settle for the five beers. And shed a tear for Harvard’s stellar football team. Nobody will watch them—far fewer Elis, the many students who will party on this side of the river, and the canny students heading to the less-draconian alumni tailgate...