Pro: Getting to say things like “I live in the nipple.”
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Most Relatable Girl Ever: I have no reason to believe this, but I'm like, pretty sure I'm pregnant.
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Elitist Settler: And so all of my aunts are from Idaho and that’s just like not one of the 13 colonies, you know?
Because what happens on the dance floor should stay on the dance floor.
The round up
Penn might have recently been named one of the top schools in America for academics again, but we all know we’ve fallen from our most notable ranking as Playboy’s number one party school in 2014––and it’s probably because of weekends like this.
Darty season seems to be in full blast, which is why Highbrow’s here to ensure your liver bounces back like a champ.
You might’ve been blacked out asking, “What’s My Name?” But don’t fear, Highbrow’s here to Pon De Replay on all the crazy shit that happened.
FroGro cashier: Her waist was about eight inches, but her booty was infinite.
Did you get NSOoo wasted last weekend? Even if you didn’t, Highbrow’s here to welcome you back to Penn with this week’s reckless Round Up.
Rejected Freshman at Phi: But I was here for Quaker Days!
A definitive list of Do's and Don'ts for those of us who actually read an assigned book this summer.
Talk less, smile more.
It's not easy to be an American abroad.
If nobody sees you SABSing outside Frontera, were you even there?
Birthright is what you make it. Or, at least, what you Insta.
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