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For this special PIC 10th anniversary, I'm going to do something that most people have never actually seen me do here: I'm going to be serious for once. Are you ready for it?!
No matter how much of a degenerate you were in life, you get instant 'saint' status the minute you kick the bucket. It's pathetic, really.
Although I respect NBC's 'People of the Year' nominations, I think the real awards should go to these people for showing us just how dysfunctional a year can be.
The following is a simple tutorial on how to reconnect with old acquaintances who refuse to participate in our era of rapid digital communication and constant connectivity.
'Twas the night before the night before Christmas, and somewhere in the house, Lyle was searching the Internet, double-clicking his mouse.
My siblings and I are supposed to give my parents something they don't have already, but this is a tough task, considering they already buy everything.
Another year gone, and it amazes me how much shit we still haven’t figured out, given all the technology available today. From checkbooks and pizza delivery to cruise control and cell phones.
Rudolph 'the Red-Nosed Reindeer' Jenkins, famous for being discriminated against because of the color of his nose, and not allowed to join the reindeer team, was in court following the Christmas of 1963.
I don't remember exactly how I came upon PIC. I know I was cruising for porn, something funny, or both. But I landed here, saw a few things that made me laugh, and now here I am 3 years later, 200+ articles written.
As a New Orleans travel veteran, I have seen many aspects of The Big Easy. Now I offer to you my best tips on cajun food, prostitutes, cops, and the 100-ounce daiquiri.
Jodie Hampton, a sophomore PE major, has reported that she was forced into participating in a barrage of learning exercises and study groups in the basement of WVU's library.
Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone?