I’d write something clever about this week’s AllStus, but we’re running out of time and I have a lot of debauchery to commit before next Tuesday.
ONE WEEK LEFT: BEER AND SEX
Psych Study: Dining Behaviors at Peirce
See the Kenyon student in its natural habitat—wallowing in ketchup, curly fries and self-loathing.
Easter Egg Dyeing!
Guys, why are we worried about Prop 8 when THERE ARE INNOCENT EASTER EGGS DYEING OH GOD.
What do you call a sleepwalking nun?
My great, great aunt Sister Mary Austin. Joined up in the fifties. Also, inexplicably, liked the Milwaukee Brewers (one week left for beer oh God). But why would Kenyon care about her?
What’s it like to live in Israel/Palestine?!
I’m guessing there are probably more kosher options for Passover there than in Peirce oooh.
Have a potty tale you want to tell?
I was killed in a bathroom by a basilisk. But it’s kind of a sore subject.
That damn giraffe.
I know, right? I was totally going to ask William to prom, but then that giraffe asked him instead. Urgh. Now I’m going to have to go with James, whose eyes don’t match my dress and all of this is really upsetting.
What’s that thing under Middle Path?
I really hope it’s the Purple People Eater. But I also really hope that it’s not what’s taking the beer and sex away.
Sure, I’m up for anything. But we only have one week of sex left, so if it doesn’t work the first time, we should probably just move on.
He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is coming…