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The PIC staff would like to offer their deepest regrets in advance to a number of people, including beer pong partners, parents, God, and you.
In this day and age, hooking up with a girl is like running security at the airport. Nobody is allowed on board until you're sure they're not packing heat.
Interviews with two of the luckiest Playboy U reps in the country, each of whom chose 25 of the hottest girls from their school to attend Playboy's Super Bowl Party in Arizona.
An open letter of apology from a regretful SWAT team member who put his fellow officers in danger. Just another reminder that alcohol kills.
He's every bit as annoying, typical, and disgusting as you'd expect a roommate to be. In fact, I could easily think of 500 more adjectives to describe him...
After browsing thousands of profiles, a pattern has finally been revealed: Girls have the stupidest MySpace profiles ever.
You'll never have another hangover kick your ass like your very first one. Because if the alcohol doesn't kill ya, your parents sure will.
The longtime mascot of Ohio University has changed for the better.
Oh Bronx, your straight ghetto ways never fail to impress. Except for your roadside vendors. Please replace them with more prostitutes and thugs.
Even the rush of orgasm has a depressing come-down. After putting all your work into an orgasm, you suddenly have to feign interest and deal with awkward sleeping positions and morning breath.
The strategy is simple: conquer female territory at all costs. You may win some battles, but you haven't won the war until your troops are deposited.
It's inevitable: at some point you're going to have to meet her parents. May I recommend super glue to keep that smile on?