Sherlock Brolmes, Frat Detective: Part IV
I pursued the gentleman with considerable haste. He was wearing a dark hoodie and was carrying a large square object wrapped in a black North Face jacket. Suspicious indeed. I tried my best to pretend…
I pursued the gentleman with considerable haste. He was wearing a dark hoodie and was carrying a large square object wrapped in a black North Face jacket. Suspicious indeed. I tried my best to pretend…
Monday: It’s Cinquo de Mayo and also Chikken Monday! To celebrate these two joyous holidays, we’re serving Chicken Monday in a fiesta bowl, covered with gravy, spicy salsa, and mayonnaise in honor of Cinquo de…
1. Check out Obama’s game face. This shit is on 2. Hands in lap: respectful sitting position or predator drones are actually controlled via Xbox controller and it’s the President’s turn to play….
The floor of Food Court was awash with the green foam of the swamp. Darmouth students paddled slowly through the mire, their eyes and nostrils visible just above the surface of the water. Destiny Smith…
The next time I saw Sherlock Brolmes, he was doing the Walk of Shame across the Green, wearing nothing but a deerstocker. He had texted me earlier simply with “PNTS.” I handed him a pair…
“Don’t Drop the Soap”
You buy stock in the Housing Market …from a homeless man …who will only accept his own semen as payment You shoplift …a book …from Good Will …that book is a copy of Hustler …that…
In support of our print issue, The Dartmouth New Frontiersmen, we went out to the Green and protested the evil government conspiracy that is 7-Eleven! Click here to view our pamphlet of conclusive…
“COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU AAAAAHHH!!!” screamed Sherlock Brolmes as he took a sledgehammer to the wooden wall of Zeta Zeta Zeta’s basement, looking for their stolen composite picture. Bottle caps, beer cans, and…
There are many names for groups of animals that are freaking ridiculous. A gaggle of geese. An army of frogs. A raft of ducks. A troubling of goldfish. A business of ferrets. A hover of…
O, To Be A Mortician! O Loveliest of Lives! O Sweetest of Dreams! To be a mortician, and spend my night frolicking in the palaces of embalmment, listening to The B-52s, and their array of…