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My CS Partner Is a Literal Leech

leech attached to man on computer

By a CS student

I've never minded group projects. Everybody always complains about them, but I've usually found them to be pretty tolerable. Sometimes sharing the workload with a partner makes the project easier, you know?

But every now and then, I get a partner who does absolutely nothing and benefits from all of the work that I do. When I'm unlucky, my partner will take and take from me and give me nothing in return.

I'm Back, Bitches

Prisoner's Dilemma

By the Prisoner's Dilemma

I'm baaaaaaaaack! Did you miss me? Oh. What? I'm everywhere? No way! I'm glad you're thinking of me. 

You really thought you had seen the last of me? Joke's on you! Fat chance. Ec 10 was just the beginning, baby. 

You dare try to avoid me by taking a science class? Oh honey, I'm in Primate Social Behavior. SLS 20? I'm there. Ec 1661? I'm there, too. Your Aesthetic and Interpretative Understanding class on the Bible? Bitch, please. You think that God didn't ever wonder if the devil had incentive to cheat?

Great Britain Is GREAT, and Your American Lipton Tea Makes Me Want to Wipe My Arse With the Constitution

By a Brit in America

Listen here, Yanks. My entire identity is defined by the fact that I’m from GREAT Britain, and there is nothing you or your star-spangled buddies can do to force me to adopt your red, white, and blue Americanisms.

Let's Get This Party Popping

Popcorn
Hello there. You seem a little down. I know it can be disappointing when none of your friends show up to your birthday party. But never fear, buddy. It's not you. You see, the problem's that this party isn't popping enough. Chips, really? Your snack offerings leave a lot to be desired. 

I know just the thing you need, pal, the thing that will bring all of your friends to the party guaranteed. You need to get this party popping, and there is no better way to do so than Orville Redenbacher's Original Popcorn™. 

Please Publish This Unsolicited Exposé on Dogs or I Won’t Eat This Week

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By a freelance investigative journalist

You’ve seen them. They’re everywhere. When you go outside, they’re walking around. When you come back inside, they’re walking around. They make all sorts of noises, too. All of this led this intrepid reporter to ask: What are these four-legged creatures that follow people around, and what are they up to? 

Hundreds Froze Their Asses off to See “Antigone,” so the Football Team Is Staging “Legally Blonde,” Dammit

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By Tim Murphy, Head Coach of Harvard Football
 
Look, it's no secret that the attendance for Harvard Football's regular-season games is worse than the turnout at Leverett Stein Club. That's fine. It never really bothered me. But then a massive crowd came to the wet, cold stadium to see people walk around with faces on fucking sticks acting out some old-ass play called Antigone. Are you kidding me? And people will still not come see America's college play America's sport?
 

I Can Be Quiet Too, You Know

David Denman
By David Denman, a.k.a. Roy from The Office


By now, I'm sure all of you have heard about John Krasinski's new horror movie A Quiet Place. You might remember that Krasinski and I used to be on a little show called The Office. Those were the days, huh? Don't get me wrong: I'm happy for my former co-star's newfound success as the writer, director, and star of a box office hit about a family who must stay very quiet to avoid aliens that hunt by sound. I just wanted to put it out there that I can be quiet too, you know. 

God, I'm Sooooo Embarrassed About How Much I Drank Last Night (It Was a Lot)

empty beer bottles

By the white guy who just interrupted you

Hey Janice, Maybe I Want to Be the Little Spoon

By your boyfriend Brad

Listen, Janice. We need to talk. Every night, when you get into our bed in your SOFFE shorts and pink camisole, you instantly assume the position of the little spoon as if it’s your God-given right. You tuck your little butt right into my ripped abdomen, curl up into the fetal position, bask in the body warmth that I naturally exude, close your eyes, and fall into the best goddamn sleep of your life.

It’s time I stand up for myself. Damn it, Janice. Sometimes I want to be the little spoon.

Wireless Earphones Are Responsible for the Moral Decline of Our Nation

By an old man in a rocking chair

Harrisburg, PA — America was founded upon a strong bedrock of moral values—respecting our elders, helping those in need, and greeting our neighbors with smiles on our faces. For Pete's sake, using wireless earphones to listen to music is NOT one of those values.

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