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...PLEASE, WE'RE BRITISH LOCATION: Leverett Old Library DATE: Dec. 8-17 DIRECTORS: Andrew Arthur, Christopher N. Hanley ’07 TECHNICAL DIRECTOR: Nicholas J. Shearer Some days, it is just impossible to get rid of a giant box of porn. You can try flushing it down the toilet, burning it in a trash can, burying it in the park, dumping it in the river, putting it on the back of a truck, and returning it to the company from whence it came, but it always comes back. This is what Peter Hunter (Sergio Prado...

Author: By Elisabeth J. Bloomberg, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Uneven Farce Mostly Amuses | 12/11/2005 | See Source »

...concludes, waving a forkful of mashed potatoes. Though Nichols explains physics with aplomb, it is impossible for him to recount all the escapades of his past three years. From constructing a four-story beer funnel in Pennypacker freshman year to streaking down Mt. Auburn St. brandishing toilet plungers, fun follows Nichols like beer chases mashed potatoes. But perhaps his most cherished memory is of gathering with friends on the Weeks footbridge to jump off. Naked. “Wear shoes,” Nichols advises. “The water’s nasty.” As one-time...

Author: By Sherri Y. Geng, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: The Beer-Guzzling Astrophysicist | 12/7/2005 | See Source »

There was a break in the action, and I heard her breathing hard, her shoulders rising and falling. As she gathered herself I peered idly over her shoulder and into the toilet bowl—and suddenly I felt tired and lonesome, and it was all I could do to keep standing there behind her. I guess the stench must have...

Author: By William B. Higgins, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Tao of Dry | 12/7/2005 | See Source »

Before the spirit moved her again, before she returned to the toilet, retching afresh—before I went soberly home to throw my vomit-encrusted shoes in the trash—I thought I saw something looking back at me out of the water. It was my 14-year-old face, dimpled and pimpled and hopeful. I could almost make it out. It’s just that, you know, there was that cloud of orange vomit...

Author: By William B. Higgins, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Tao of Dry | 12/7/2005 | See Source »

...Here,” I said, taking her awkwardly by the elbow and helping her to her feet. She leaned against me without protest. Like a real lady she put her arm around the crook of my elbow, and like a real gentleman I escorted her to the toilet...

Author: By William B. Higgins, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Tao of Dry | 12/7/2005 | See Source »

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