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Too Many Cooks in the Kitchen
Spend your evening in the company of the people you love, taking it easy, chatting and chillaxin'.
Apes freshmen to Apes freshmen: I don't know if you remember this, but I straight licked your face.
• BIOL 230—Aviary Mating Habits: Learn intricacies of animal mating. For example, penguins are the only bird that mates for life and then ends up resenting their mates and sleeping with their secretaries—not out of desire but out of spite.
If you like: Baking soda volcanoes.
1899: Madam Curie opens pop up store, Madam’s Curries, bringing tika flavors to all of France.
Street: So what position [on the basketball team] do you play?
Etymology: The root of the word “evolution” is “evol”, which is a homonym of “evil” because turning monkeys into more advanced monkeys seems like the work of some kind of evil genius.
(408): I just watched a video of a man sexually arouse a pig.
Welcome back from SB2K15. Your tan lines will fade as quickly as the memories (read: blackouts) from PV. We say flaunt ‘em while you got ‘em. Highbrow has eyes and ears all around the world, and guess what? Hablamos español. Don’t think a language barrier will keep any gossip away from us. Spring break lives ~forever~ in the Round Up.
Honest sorostitute: When I'm drunk, I would probably give head to a homeless person.
Photographs by Amy Chen
Emily, Wharton '17: It’s like I set my tongue on fire. And then maybe ate gravel?
“Yeah, everyone calls it Mangina. Mangia actually means ‘so eat!’ in Italian.”
What To See:
1. "Click, Click, Click, Click" by Bishop Allen
Street: So you’re the co–chair of Natives at Penn. Tell us about that.
You own a "Kiss Me I'm Irish" t-shirt. (T/F)
Make sure you don't get pinched by adding 50 drops of green food coloring to your bath. Soak for 15 minutes to really let the color sink in.
When I tell you that I'm a leprechaun, you're probably picturing a little ole' man with a green suit. That and a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Well, check your gender norms at the door because I'm a woman. And there's no fucking pot of gold anymore; the luck of the Irish ran a long time ago. European financial crisis, anyone?
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