There’s an olde worlde saying that goes: “If the shoe is not broken, why on God’s ever loving earth would you fix it?”
Many a brand has foolishly replied, “Coz we can, see!” 387 more words
Tramping down “Frat Row” dressed in nothing but bed sheets, chanting “Toga! Toga! Toga!” to announce a party that would, by night’s end, morph into an orgy; “papering” winter-bare trees with rolls of toilet paper tossed from upper-level windows, creating a mess macabre, as if from some monster-spider gone berserk; running through the university library “butt-naked” during prime-time study-time in a phenomenon called “streaking”; and, anywhere, out of nowhere, pulling down one’s trousers—underwear and all—bending over, spreading one’s buttocks, and “winking” one’s anus for extra emphasis in what was called “mooning,” were just some of the antics American frat boys were known for in the 1970s and ’80s. 647 more words
I love the Fourth of July as much as any holiday in the calendar year.
It’s a celebration of our nation’s independence, a time to get together with friends and family, a reason to eat ALL THE HOT DOGS AND BURGERS YOU WANT, and a solid excuse to blow shit up. 779 more words