Byline: Aron Wander

Play It Again, Sam

They are the prophets of unwanted gaiety, the minstrels of midnight madness—they are the piano players of Frist, and I hereby appoint myself their public defense.

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Doomsday

Doomsday

Will be on a weekday. You do not need

To know why.

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Jewish Wisdom

Dear Aron & Josh, Someone in my frat is making me fast for a week. I really don’t want to drop out of the frat but I don’t know if I can make it a week with just water. Help?

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During Fire Drills

my teachers wore the same face they did

on 9/11.

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Strangers on the Web

Facebook has become a warzone. With chilling precision, its creators and monitors have begun a deadly campaign against the Princeton community’s most beloved pages. Though Tiger Matchmakers, Tiger Back-Handed Compliments, Tiger Creepers, and Tiger Microaggressions have somehow slipped under the radar, Tiger Compliments and Tiger Admirers have been brutally smothered.

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This Is Not A Love Poem

I don’t know how I know that but I do. The way turtles / Return home to give birth. Not really like that.

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