We’ve All Been There: Does He Like Me?
You met him on the first day of class. He showed up late and took the seat next to you. As the professor droned on (and on) about the books you need, the upcoming group projects and the exam schedule, you two sat in the back of the lecture hall and whined about how awful the next 10 weeks were going to be.
The Morning After: The Oriental Rug Incident
It was a couple days after Christmas and my sister and I were at my parents’ cherished retirement pad in Florida. I was hungover and menstruating, so basically my mouth and vagina tasted like cat piss and pennies. We decided mimosas were in order… until I had a sip, remembered single handedly slamming a bottle of bubbly the night before and replaced the champagne with vodka.

The CC Weekly Weigh In: Repenting for Our Sins
Monday is Yom Kippur. For all you non-Jews out there who will be spending your Sunday night watching Entourage (instead of standing and praying for 3 hours) and your Monday enjoying the limitless salad bar in the caf (instead of standing and praying all day…without any food or water), Yom Kippur is one of the holiest days for us Jews.
One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Best Sex Ever [Poll]
It’s true what they say. Tequila really does make your clothes fall off. But a new study says that 50% of women actually prefer a tequila-induced night of passion rather than the regular, old Sober Sally encounter. Apparently, sober sex is so 1999.
The Dos and Don’ts of College Parties
We all know that in the world of college nightlife, pretty much anything goes. People drink until they pass out, wake up with penis drawn across their forehead and spend the next day puking their guts out while they plan an alternate route to class so they can avoid the guy they played tonsil hockey with all night. And that’s totally normal.
The Morning After: Who’s Spooning Me?
My sorority family is insane and I love them. But I have never made it home from a family dinner alive… or with my dignity. At our last family dinner, they found me exchanging clothes with a frat guy and then laughing and pointing as another family member rolled down an extremely steep hill.
The Morning After: Untag, Untag, Untag…
Only a recent graduate of the underage club, the majority of my nights out have consisted of shimmying up my skirt to woo a bouncer, or settling for a dive bar in the middle of nowhere. On this particular night, I believe it was a Tuesday – a night when I shouldn’t have been out in the first place since I had class the next morning – the former had not worked out and so we ended up at the latter…

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I Call Bullsh*t on Chris Brown
In case you’ve been living under a rock for the past 8 months, Chris Brown was arrested and charged for assaulting his former girlfriend, Rihanna. Now, in an interview with old-man interviewer Larry King, Mr. Brown is saying that he can’t really believe it happened, as if he magically left his body and wasn’t there when the entire brawl went down.
Beer Bong In Your Butt (For Serious)
Ever have one of those nights where you just really wanted to get drunk (we’re not judging!) but no matter what you throw down the hatch it just won’t happen? You try everything: shots, bongs, mixing your beverages. But even after all that work, you’re still far, far away from making poor decisions.
Weekly Ten: Sober and Loving it
For the past four weeks I have stopped drinking. Like, completely. I know – scary. Especially for a girl like me who loves to pair a drink with every time of the day. 9:30 AM? Bloody Mary. 11:45 AM? Margarita. 12:00 PM? Vodka Cran. 1:30 PM? Harpoon Summer Ale. 6:00 PM? Dirty Martini. Make that porn star dirty. You get the picture. I am definitely no lightweight.
Dear Welcome Week, I LOVE YOU
There is a holiday that exists that, in my heart, surpasses Christmas and even Halloween (which is a pretty bad ass holiday, because it involves drinking, candy, and costumes). This holiday is Welcome Week. Oh yes, that’s a holiday, even if it isn’t recognized by calenders or…anyone who doesn’t go to college.
Hangovers Have Met Their Match
I ripped it open and found a large colorful box with “THE AMAZING BOX O BOX: The World’s Greatest Care Package!” emblazoned on the front. I tore the box open, anticipating cookies, sweaters and the typical stuff from home. Not so much. What was it? Detox-O-Box, the ultimate hangover cure. Hilarious, mom.

How Many Drinks Can You Handle?
How many times have you been hunched over a toilet bowl/garbage can/bush after a night of drinking, promising God that if he lets you live through the night you will never drink again? Obviously, if it’s more than once, you are a big fat liar. But that’s not the point.