Prosperity and joy were felt around the world this morning after God, creator of the heavens and the earth, remembered his cell phone passcode following a multi-millennia lockout. According to sources close to God, the lockout started as a prank by God’s former angel, Satan.
Let’s consider slutty brownies for a moment; craveable cookie dough on the bottom, warm and gooey brownie on the top, with a layer of still-crunchy oreos in between—a combination so unforgivingly delicious it makes people feel guilty about enjoying it. Whoever named this dessert had the right idea about what it means to be “slutty”—divinely indulgent and not apologizing for it.
Late Friday night, Joaquín Guzmán, aka “El Chapo” drew his third consecutive get out of jail free card in a heated game of Monopoly, to the outrage of his opponents. El Chapo, the famous drug kingpin and part-time Rolling Stone admirer, was recently recaptured and imprisoned by Mexican law enforcement.
UW-Madison sophomore Dean Strutterman was pleasantly surprised Friday night upon discovering three Facebook friends had “liked” that he expressed interest in attending an event. Strutterman, who described his initial interest as “tentative at best,” still found comfort in his friends’ positive endorsement through social media. “I was super stoked when I clicked my notifications and saw three people liked that I was thinking about going,” he said. The charity concert, Melting Faces for Teen Pregnancy, was held Wednesday night at a local coffee shop four blocks from Strutterman’s apartment, and featured local bands ranging in genre from “straight-up metal” to “jazzy power-slop.” Attendees were asked to donate “as much or little as they can to support education and outreach efforts addressing teen pregnancy in Wisconsin,” according to the event description. Regrettably, Strutterman was not able to attend the event, though he was pleased with himself for thinking about going.
Almanac Kangaroo Review Kangaroos at a glance Physical Traits: Powerful thighs, adorable little arms, useful pouch in mid-region (different than stomach), stupid look on face. Career Goals: Sling mad dope, compete in long-jump, produce offspring, enjoy retirement, wipe stupid look off face. Primary Flaws: Selfish in group situations, lacks ability to rationalize existence, always has dumb look on face. Special Abilities: Laser eyes, heat-seeking roundhouse kick, consistently stupid look on face. Place of Residence: The Australian outback (steakhouse) with $6 specials until Thursday. Final Score: 7/10 FULL REVIEW: Recently on one of my many soul-searching expeditions to Australia I encountered the wonderful animal called the kangaroo.
When bunches of young adults looking to “find themselves” are crammed in the same living space for nine months, dormcest becomes inevitable.
Local 12-year-old Eli Gardner asked a mall Santa Claus if he could receive puberty for Christmas this year. The pre-teen repeatedly communicated that his only request for a gift this holiday season was for his body to begin sexual maturation and rapid growth. “I don’t have a single hair on my junk,” Gardner told fascinated Cardinal reporters.
Hopefully Thanksgiving break left us feeling thankful for at least a couple of things. A loving family, good friends and no unwanted pregnancies topped my list this year. Considering the fact that according to the Guttmacher Institute 51 percent of U.S. pregnancies are unplanned, it’s no joke to be thankful for being baby-free. While there are tons of methods out there to prevent pregnancy, there are some that are more suited to collegiate life than others.
While being home for the holidays might temporarily relieve some academic pressure, it can cause a buildup of sexual tension. Something about high caloric foods and having a little free time lowers inhibitions and brings back those urges that midterms suppressed for too long.
We are fast approaching that warm and fuzzy time of year that brings with it the urge to curl up with a big ol’ bowl of Chex Mix and a love bug. Something about sweaters and commercial holidays leads people to want to pair off and find some mistletoe to snog under, but with the smorgasbord of sweet thangs our campus has to offer, deciding who to hit up can be intimidating.
Although his childhood and adolescence consisted of absolutely no burden for taking care of himself, UW-Madison sophomore Jackson Ripley mustered the motivation to rinse his dirty plate in the sink and then place it into the dishwasher at his 606 Equinox apartment.
Ah, March, what a month. The beginning of spring—snow melts, birds chirp, drunks unfortunately come out of hibernation—when horrible, debilitating seasonal depression finally seems to be evaporating. But for sports fans, March means something else: the return of the annual collegiate basketball tournament.