Hello lovers. Welcome back to Peirce Dates, an old segment that we recently brought back for this day of blind Cupid’s arrow, my favorite holiday and your’s: Valentine’s Day. We at the Thrill love love, and to celebrate it we set two strangers up on a blind date in Peirce dining hall, the most romantic place on planet Earth and also planet Mercury, believe it or not.
The weather’s gross, work is gross, life is gross. Faced with these facts of life I decided to ask strangers on middle path for book recommendations that might make me cry. Here’s what they said:
I must confess. I am a simple man. I like blood, guts, and flaky crust. I know what America wants to see. America wants to see senseless violence, intersecting storylines, and pie. I said to the Thrill Editors, I said “I know what the people want” and they said “what do the people want?” and I said, you know what I said, I said “they want to see Fry. Pie. Wrestling.” A voice broke the silence, “What’s a fry pie?”
Have you ever been hungry and thirsty at the same time? I found a solution: I ate snow off the floor. Here’s my review.
Hello, Kenyon. It is me, your grandmagrandpa Cat! It has come to my attention that a significant portion of you are from California, or Florida, or whatever other fake state kids are making up these days. This means you had no idea what to do in the terrible, horrible cold time of the polar vortex and will probably continue to be silly when the temperature (inevitably) drops again before spring actually arrives. I do not care WHAT the groundhog said. You are not leaving this house without your jacket, young man!
It is what it is, and no one can stop me. These are some memes that I made, personally curated for the population that vaguely cares about my Hot Takes ™ on things here on the hill. Some of them are obscure, most are not.