Finding your first apartment is a bigger pain in the ass than purchasing your first car. But it beats living with the parents.
Some people call flight attendants glorified cocktail waitresses. But only the former has to do all the dirty work herself.
Nothing says mixed signals like a Catholic mass where your priest expedites the worship process so he can catch the Dolphins kick-off.
The Wisconsin Dells aren't a vacation spot, more like a mole you want removed. Leave your respect at home to make room for more beer.
Everyone fantasizes about being a celebrity occasionally, but the only realistic way to brush with stardom is to crash the tour bus. Duh.
Simonne goes where every man has gone before, exposing the truth behind every touchy, pornographic indulgence of your college life.
It's the only traditional form of dating left in college: inviting someone over to hookup halfway through a movie. Here's the rental list.
How long can your computer continue to make sacrifices for your insatiable downloading pleasure before deciding to crash?
At a small school, it's all about sharing the love. Then sharing stories about the love you shared. Okay fine, it's just a good 'ol fashioned sex column.
An intimate look at the in's and out's, he said/she said's, and irreverent monotony of college life at a small liberal arts school.