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...object of scorn and an object of lust,” according to Hist & Lit concentrator Joseph F. Brauntuch ‘04. Responded Fox punchmaster Brice I. Wideriver ‘02: “So I was like, ‘what’s that stank smell?’ and it was pussy! I love pussy...

Author: By Gossip Guy, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Gossip Guy! | 10/25/2001 | See Source »

...Clippy's agent asked for too much b) of a cheaper mascot, Severancy c) Clippy's short answers drove everyone nuts d) Clippy stank...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: News Quiz Apr. 23, 2001 | 4/23/2001 | See Source »

...from surgery--and the X rays showed an astonishing clutter of pins, screws, nails, spikes, plates and wires, as though the right side of my body were a reject costume design for RoboCop. My muscles had wasted away from inaction, and I could scarcely move without severe pain. I stank of sweat and urine. And I felt almost crazily happy--partly because of the outpouring of support and affection from friends and family, and partly because I knew I had been to the limit and made it back. Though diminished, I was alive. I had always taken that condition...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Death's Throat | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

Hayes, 54, didn't set out to be an environmentalist. He grew up in Camas, Wash., a small paper-mill town where the air stank from sulfur fumes. Like most other people there, he loved the outdoor life, but his concern over the damage the mills were doing to his beloved forest was tempered by the realization that the industry was also his dad's employer. Not until his undergraduate days at Stanford in the '60s did he become a rabble rouser, and then his target was not pollution but war: he helped lead more than 1,000 students...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: DENIS HAYES: Mr. Earth Day Gets Ready to Rumble | 4/26/1999 | See Source »

...above. As others scurried through the Yard to pay their fines, we idly sat by, raising our eyes only to mock them with piercing stares. We refused to pack, do laundry or shower. One day, while wallowing in our own filth, we had a bit of an epiphany. We stank. Rather than climbing the tree of knowledge offered by our school, we followed the path of sloth...

Author: By Sharon C. Yang, | Title: Deepti Choubey, We Hardly Knew Ye | 6/4/1998 | See Source »

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