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Your boxes are unpacked, your bed is made, and your parents have left the building. You are officially a college student. Woohoo! No more living under their rules. You are a free adult livin’ the dorm life. It takes a few days of getting used to, but you’re finally feeling settled. You’ve even sorta mastered the cafeteria slop. This whole college thing isn’t so hard after all.
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Austin Purifoy taught us a very valuable lesson this week when he pooped in the backseat of a car he thought belonged to his girlfriend- apparently you can go “too far” when it comes to getting back at your ex. Though Mr. Purifoy won’t be arrested for his stunt, we thought this one went a little beyond what’s considered reasonable revenge.
Dear Tuffy Luv, My college program keeps me and my friends in school full time in the summer. I was totally excited to be back at school after our winter internships and see all my friends. Everything was going totally swell. The weather was great and we had one midterm left to go so we started planning a beach trip/camping trip.
As soon as I got to college, I started dating a guy who was a junior. Martin* wasn't my typical type (basically, he was a lot less attractive, motivated, and thoughtful than what I'm used to) but I decided to give him a shot anyway. I was the typical nervous freshman and I think I subconsciously felt like he had knowledge that could make my transition into college a little easier.
When I was a sophomore I lived in a quad in my sorority house. That meant 4 girls, 45 pairs of jeans and over 100 pairs of shoes stuffed into a very tiny space. With bunk beds. The close quarters were an issue when any sort of studying had to get done or heavy drinking was going down ("Dude, there is not enough room in here for you to do the worm..."), but we made it work most of the time.
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.
I'd like to meet the people in this neighborhood who require this friendly reminder.
(Older student, talking to high schooler on campus tour.) Student: There's actually a statistic, I think, something like 30 percent of the liquid of water parks is urine. High schooler: Yeah, that sounds pretty reasonable. That's about right. Student: What the f***? No it's not! That would be disgusting!
(Old people sitting down in a restaurant.) Old Lady: Oh, in my industry, we only have one joke. Customers ask, 'Which vacuum is the best?' And I say, 'Oh, they all suck.' Ha! Ha ha ha!
As a group, women do a really good job of hiding our less attractive qualities. We cover up our imperfections with makeup, we squeeze our "winter weight" into some Spanx, and we make our friends take our phones away so the guy we're crushing on doesn't know how crazy we really are.
Your boxes are unpacked, your bed is made, and your parents have left the building. You are officially a college student. It takes a few days of getting used to, but you’re finally feeling settled. You’ve even sorta mastered the cafeteria slop. This whole college thing isn’t so hard after all. That is, until you need to do a little #2 in the public bathroom down the hall.
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