Good news for the (sex) freaks among us who just wanna be loved: three months ago, in a fiction seminar, a girl passed the following note to a boy: “Want to have a 24-hour affair?” They are still happily dating nearly three thousand hours later...The tone was perhaps slightly less romantic at the Harvard Ski Club’s Ski Trip, where one freshman opportunist happily jumped between the beds of three junior ladies—nothing keeps the cold out better than young blood...Except for porn, apparently, as the guy at Noch’s excitedly articulated in front of stunned customers. It almost makes you wish you’d taken Spanish...Nudie “art” also made an appearence in a sociology class on Wednesday, as a voyeuristic student expostulated for several minutes on the scholarly merits of being ejaculated on. We hear he’s looking for a research grant...
In totally unrelated news, a handful of Porcellian, Bee, and Fly grads from yesteryear nearly got the boot from the Charles Hotel as their alumni weekend 6 a.m. caterwauling was met with threats from hotel staff. Apparently final club social status expires at graduation.
