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Freshmen Superlatives

Dear Froshies, NSO is like a dream come true, isn’t it? Finally, you get the independence you craved, the popularity you deserved and the alcohol poisoning you earned — truly, an experience like no other.


Where Are They Now?

Look how far these 2009 superlatives have come! We’re just...we’re just so proud.




Shoutouts Spring 2012

To my friend who blacked out over Spring Break and screamed about her Grandma Roda: Jamaica will always remember how “she kept those ghetto kids in check.” To our roommate who had sex on the kitchen table: There are some things you just don’t send out on the house textserv. To my little: You are one HUP trip away from being their Foursquare mayor. To the football player I brought back to Quad: Looks like you caught more than just touchdowns this year. To the central staircase in College Hall: Thank you and 3rd floor classes for getting my ass into shape. To the girl I always see wearing black on Locust: From one curvy woman to another slightly curvier woman, black is indeed slimming…but it doesn’t work miracles. To the guy who lived in Speakman three years ago that I promised I’d have sex with under the Button my senior year: How’s next Thursday at midnight? To the Indian ultimate frisbee player: Next time, I’ll let you score in both endzones. To the chubby kid who masturbates in the Huntsman bathroom stalls: “Vigorous wiping” is only plausible for the first 10 seconds. To SPEC: You think you’re a Mr. Know–It–All, but all we wanted was A Moment Like This.



Failed Fling Tanks

Front: Dude… Back: …Pull my flinger Front: Hey, I just met you Back: And this is maximal crazy Front: We put the ë in Tiësto! Back: Higher, and higher and higher! Front: I’m with Drunk  Back: I’m with Sleepyhead Front: We can be your Little Secrets Back: Shiksas 2012


Top 10: People to Shout Out

1. That kid who stinks up the classroom with his McDonald’s bacon–egg–and–cheese every Tuesday and Thursday. 2. The pregnant Copa hostess that never remembers who came through the door first. 3. The only bouncer at Smoke’s who asks for a legit second form of identification. 4. The kids who fall asleep in the VP carrels when you really need one. 5. Allegro’s, for having “whenever I feel like it” hours. 6. Your roommate who sleeps with the lights on. 7. Douchey trust–fund babies who set the market price of Fling floor passes at $800. 8. All the people on campus having more sex than you are. 9. Your Molly dealer who couldn’t deliver before Fling because he had a problem set due. 10. The Russian Lowbrow editor from Brooklyn.



Easter Day Egg Hunt

While some of you rush home to hunt for painted eggs with your six–year–old cousins, Lowbrow’s bringing the search to you — word search that is.






Just Add This: A Dollop of Elmer's Glue

Place a Chipotle burrito on the table. Gently twist off the orange cap of the Elmer’s Glue and turn the bottle upside–down, allowing for the viscous white liquid to make its way in a vertical motion down to the tip.