John is the most common name in America. And Joe, we think, is the most symbolically average. But this week, Joe was not average at all. In fact, we here at Street think Joe had a fabulous week! First of all, some small-town plumber in Ohio named Joe became as famous as Britney Spears in four days, and he didn’t even have to kiss Madonna (thank God). Yes, Joe the Plumber was mentioned in the final presidential debate over 20 times, which is as much as like, healthcare or taxes.
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extended far beyond septic tanks and pipe leaks this week. In the political realm, we mustn't forget Joe Six-Pack, who makes us feel better about all the beer we chugged last night and the blackouts that ensued. Speaking of wild nights, we spotted the return of a crowd of teens screaming en masse outside McDonald’s on 40th and Walnut on Saturday evening. The frenzy saw about a million police cars with sirens blasting as the crowd paraded up and down 40th shrieking (outside Smokey JOE’s — nice).
Speaking of people screaming on campus, PiLam hosted out-of-control hipster rave-fave the Monotonix on Friday, which translated to high decibels on Spruce. Sex, drugs and skinny jeans… you get the picture. As the weekend wound down, we witnessed a return to the political, when a GOP motorcade, allegedly carrying Lady McCain herself, zoomed past 34th and Walnut on Monday.
Best of luck with your midterms folks. And don’t forget, when you’re in need of that post-all-nighter cup of Joe, Starbucks in Commons takes Bursar.
