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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...hurricane of 20oz. bottles taking place above our heads. Covered in Coke and other sticky drinks, the crowd was more subdued than a Modest Mouse audience for the rest of the night, and not even the Ying Yang Twins could get anyone but me and Juice to twerk their shit. People even got mad at us for leaning back during Ma$e’s remix of the Terror Squad song, and the Italian lady’s husband told us to quit brushing up against his jeans. “Hey nerd, we’re just dancing...

Author: By Leon Neyfakh, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Getting Juicy | 9/30/2004 | See Source »

Lynch argued that the defendant was walking by the parked car where Colono sat when the 18-year-old called attention to Pring-Wilson’s stumbling, laughing at him and calling him “shit-faced.” After the two exchanged words, Pring-Wilson opened Colono’s door and with his folding knife stabbed Colono five times, the prosecution said...

Author: By Hana R. Alberts and Robin M. Peguero, CRIMSON STAFF WRITERSS | Title: Pring-Wilson Trial Begins | 9/21/2004 | See Source »

...worrying too much about people coming after me,” Everett laughed. “I hope they do that, because if they focus too much on me, [junior middle linebacker] Matt Thomas is seriously going to kick the shit out of them...

Author: By Pablo S. Torre, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Everett Assumes 'D' Mantle | 9/17/2004 | See Source »

...compost heap, where there should be no shortage of “verms.” The sort of fishing I’ve done has always been with lures or not-live bait. After shoveling through four feet of partially decomposed fruit, hay and cow shit I faintly glimpse ugly translucent wiggles—not the cute pink type I used to step on in my driveway after a rain or the kind I opened up in freshman bio—but worms who seem like they’d be more comfortable eating my food from within...

Author: By David B. Rochelson, | Title: Roughing It (Sort Of) | 7/30/2004 | See Source »

Satisfied with the state of Rico’s pulmonary health, I return to my bucket to find that more than half of the worms for which I had sifted through shit had, well, wormed their way out through cracks in the bottom of the bucket. Pleased that I would thus be forced to do less fishing, I take my remainders and head down to the water, where I proceed to sit, get cold and lose all my worms...

Author: By David B. Rochelson, | Title: Roughing It (Sort Of) | 7/30/2004 | See Source »

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