Da Bachelorhood

It all started the summer after freshman year when I had a fling with this broad who went to University of Buffalo, and she is the reason why I will fail my sociology class. Why? Because one day she informed me of a word that will make the next 13 weeks more awkward than a priest in the YMCA. FUPA she explained is a Fat Upper Pussy Area. I always wondered with the male eqivilent, when a really fat guy sits down wearing tight pants…where does his dick go? There is clearly NO BULDGE! As much as I don’t like noticing fellow buldges, I would feel much more comforble knowing there was one there. Anyways, at the time, I chuckled and thought nothing of it until my first day of sociology class and became witness to Professor FUPA. (more…)

Halloween, one of the more festive holidays up there with Christmas, Fouth Of July, and St. Patty’s Day, is without a doubt the only holiday that matures with each individual. How many other holidays change in correlation with your age? I bet that your Christmas/Hanukkah traditions are the same today as they were since you’ve been a little tike. As college students, we have taken long strides to become what we are today, growing up into the somewhat mature person we see in the mirror every Thursday morning, hung over worse than Ted Kennedy after a road trip. (more…)

We have all told the success stories of rounding any one of the bases with a girl after a night of drinking, licentiousness and debauchery with the buds. There have also been the rare occurrences (some more than others) where we are belittled and ridiculed for an unfortunate mishap due to the inevitable beer goggles and the coaching of a certain roommate who will remain nameless who is getting you back for filling his shampoo bottle with pink hair die, for playing the late night tonsil hockey with a gal who “has a great personality”. (more…)

SnakeEyes26: hey beth, do you want an intramural shirt??

BethHunt84: yes I do
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