Miam miam!
“Yum, yum!”
Beurk! Beurk!
“Yuck!”
Veux-tu aller en ville avec moi?
“Do you want to go downtown with me?”
Zut alors!
“Damn!”
Comment trouve-t-on le Bouton?
“How do you get to the Button?”
Où sont les preservatifs?
“Where are the condoms?”
Hyper chouette!
“Super cool!”
Tais-toi!
“Shut your trap!”
Où est Allegro?
It’s cold. You’re tired. You want food and you want it now. Your fridge isn’t stocked, your cupboards are bare and the last time you tried to cook, you set off your fire alarm.
It happens to the best of us. Gawker hasn’t posted in hours, you’re up to speed with all of Perez’s latest dirt, and you’ve read Under the Button in its entirety… twice.
Unless you’re majoring in chemistry, odds are you can’t make much sense of the ingredients on the label of that nasal decongestant sitting in your medicine cabinet.
Forgo the cute outfit, the incessant flirting and the casual but conspicuous stares. In spite of your previous tactics (desperate at times), he or she may or may not have noticed you, but with a love-liquid remedy, your heartache will soon subside.
Want to tell your significant (or not-so-significant) other how you feel this Valentine’s Day? Forget the old adage “say it with flowers” and express yourself through candy instead.
If you’re without a Valentine this year, you don’t want to support the Hallmarketing racket, or you think that Saturday the 14th is more ominous than its preceding Friday the 13th, check out one of the anti-Valentine’s Day celebrations going on in Philly this month.
I’ll admit it. My life could use a little more culture and a little less Penn every now and then. But with bars and booze within five blocks of my house, it's hard to find time for the finer things in life, ya know?
At a time when the corporate world is rife with corruption and bankruptcy filings, it’s hard not to be nostalgic about the company that started the trend: the now defunct energy giant Enron.
We at Street have had a hankering for the international lately, but silly obligations like attending class have stood in the way of our yearnings to burst the Penn bubble.