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Four Years Of Insanity
Four Years Of Insanity
Mar 18th
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OK now before you start reading this review, let’s keep a couple of things in mind. I am a 20 year old college student, and thus, I have a 20 year old college guy’s sense of humor. Blue Mountain State hits all the marks with girls, beer, and its brilliant crude humor. Oh yea, there’s some football in it too.

“There aren’t a lot of shows on TV anymore that can make me laugh this hard”, one of my friends said to me last Tuesday night. In the vein of “Animal House,” “Blue Mountain State” follows three incoming freshman in a big-time, Midwestern college football program. Alex is a talented quarterback, content to ride the bench while partying with his best friend Sammy, who aspires to be the school’s mascot. Craig, on the other hand, is a number one recruit and future Pro whose life is already mapped out for him by his controlling girlfriend. Will they be able to juggle football, girls, class and nonstop hazing?
The short answer is yes, regarding the fact that seven weeks into it’s first season, SpikeTV has stated that there will be a second season. Week after week, this show keeps the jokes fresh and the characters frighteningly similar to people I have actually met since being at college. If there is one point I would want to make about BMS, it’s that Thad Castle, the team’s dense, starting middle linebacker, is the glue of this show. His relationship with Alex produces nothing but hilarious situations that leaves you contemplating the fact that college football players might actually be a dumb as some stereotypes suggest. Nonetheless, at least give this show a try. If you a guy, I guarantee you will laugh. If you are girl and you laugh, you’re just awesome. Catch BMS Tuesday nights at 10pm on Spike.
Mar 18th
Posted by admin in Dorm Stories
Pick up some Yuengling, put on your jersey and call up your friend with the biggest TV. It’s that time of year again and we’ve got tips for your March Madness viewing party.
Shouting over scores and brackets will get your college-blood pumping and stomachs rumbling. The first on the list of party must-haves is food, and lots of it. Loaded nachos, jalapeno poppers, curly fries, chicken tenders, pretzels, and chips, chips, chips.

Nick Grier, a University of Maryland junior, prepares himself for a long basketball watching session with a big jar of salsa. Other students insist on making their own: “I make the best French onion dip,” said Annemarie Stasny, a Salisbury junior.
Not into cooking? T.G.I Friday’s offers a variety of top-notch party food in the frozen food section of the grocery store. Ordering out? Take advantage of your local pizza and wings joint. Ask about student deals and party platters. Chick-fil-A caters, and with a finger-food entrée complete with chicken nuggets, you won’t need to buy plates.
When shopping for all these delicious food and drinks, don’t forget the sodas. You know, because not everyone drinks. “There’s always beer,” says Stephany Weaver, a University of Maryland sophomore. “I don’t like beer.” Instead, she always reaches for Pepsi over party staple Coors Light. Sodas are triple-threat beverages that also make for a great mixer and chaser.
Once food and drinks are taken care of, it’s time to dig through your closet and shovel out all of your school gear. Grab your school jerseys, t-shirts, pompoms and those temporary tattoos that you got for Christmas and show them off. Break out the collection of chip bowls you got on sale at Wal-Mart, the beer mugs your uncle got you, and the double shot glasses you got from book store. Show your school pride by mixing jungle juice in your team’s color.
If you’re feeling extra school spirited, plastic cups and streamers of different colors are always on the cheap at your local dollar store.
Once you’re set for your viewing party, fill your school’s shot glasses with beer and treat the game like a power hour. Cheers for every score your team makes. And, of course, don’t forget the ice.
This content was taken from College Magazine. HERE
Mar 18th
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Funny as it sounds, drinking alcohol actually dehydrates you. Take beer: It’s mostly water, but the alcohol in it blocks hormones in your kidneys that normally would keep you from racing to the bathroom all night. With each beer (or dreaded shot), you effectively lose more water than you take in. As your body dries out, bad things happen, including those searing headaches. Drinking water the next morning helps, but it’s best to interrupt your bender with a few glasses along the way

You not only lose water when you booze, you also dump electrolytes. These salts and other minerals keep your body functioning properly. Sports drinks like Gatorade help replenish these reserves.

Everyone has a favorite, be it aspirin, ibuprofen or acetaminophen. These pain relievers can stave off hangover headaches, but they can also do a number on your liver when mixed with alcohol–especially those with acetaminophen such as Tylenol and Excedrin, which throws in a dash of caffeine for an extra perk. Use judiciously.

Lower levels of vitamins B6 and B12 can intensify a hangover, says Dr. David Katz, director of the Yale Prevention Research Center. Alcohol inhibits absorption of these compounds. Supplements taken the next day can speed your recovery–but don’t take them all the time, he warns, as excessive amounts have been linked to long-term nerve damage.

Veteran booze-hounds in the U.K. and Australia tout this Bayer-branded multivitamin–not available in the U.S.–as a powerful hangover antidote. (Bayer doesn’t exactly market the product that way.) The tablets include vitamins B and C, magnesium, zinc and assorted sugars and salts that your cocktailing robbed you of the night before.

You won’t find water in the desert, but you will find another hangover cure. A recent study by researchers at Tulane University found that extract from prickly pears–a species of cacti–ameliorates a few hangover symptoms such as nausea, dry mouth and loss of appetite. Check out Perfect Equation and other vitamin companies for supplements. Note: Prickly pear extract doesn’t work on headaches, so you might still need to reach for the aspirin.

Here’s a good one, if you can stomach it. Folks down in Mexico swear by tripe soup, made from the lining of a cow’s stomach and spiced with chile, garlic and other seasonings. Don’t look for hard science here: More than likely, the sting of the spices provides a welcome distraction.

In English, this Korean dish literally means “soup for the stomach.” Street vendors in Korea sell it out of carts, usually on weekend mornings. The ingredients vary, but cow bones and cow’s blood are mainstays, along with a collection of spices that would make most Westerners scream. But better a stinging tongue than a throbbing temple.

Know any diabetics? They may have a bottle of this stuff hanging around. Rosiglitazone eases hangover symptoms by boosting glucose levels. But don’t count on this prescription drug coming to market as a hangover cure anytime soon. In general, diabetics should avoid alcohol. (Obviously, consult a doctor before you try this remedy.)

Legend has it that a morning nip can keep a hangover at bay. But far be it for us to put you on a slippery slope to dependency. Our suggestion: a plate of greasy eggs and bacon.
THIS ARTICLE WAS TAKEN FROM FORBES.COM AT http://www.forbes.com/2006/12/12/gatorade-excedrin-tylenol-ent-hr-cx_mf_1212hangover_slide_11.html?thisSpeed=undefined
Mar 16th
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So about three months ago I moved out of an apartment with a d*ck-hole roommate who was full of himself and wanted everything done his way. He would complain about every little thing wrong in the apartment and always blamed me. Needless to say, I got really sick of it. One night when he was over at his gf’s for the night, my good bud and me pissed all over his bike from the balcony which froze over night. The next day, my roomie came up to me asking about his bike and if I knew anything about it. Of course, I said no. Then he played it off saying that it must have been ‘plant killer spray’ to kill the plants around the apartment building before winter. I almost lost it when he sniffed and licked his fingers to make sure it was.
Jake R., NDSU

Well, my roommate and I were doing the same major and he constantly stole my work and passed it off as his own. I was pretty certain in didn’t even read it before sending it. So every second word I wrote bastard and every fifth penis. In my conclusion I kindly told the teacher to “go f*ck himself”. The best part was that after getting in trouble he actually had the nerve to confront me about MY work. I taped the conversation and reported him to the college. I never saw him again.
Fred Dodge, School Not Given
I didn’t think it was funny that you poured flavored lube into the water pitcher, so I put all my cigarettes out in your shoe for like two weeks it was like 4 boxes worth of butts in there. Sorry that your girlfriend thought you were smoking again. And sorry she dumped you. Next time don’t be such a d-bag.
Antoine Tatum, School Not Given
Not really a confession but a story. My friends, Will and Terry, got in an argument over a basketball game a year back. Will got up to get a beer, shook it up, and gave it to Terry. That started an awesome chain of events that went through filling cars with packing peanuts, calling each other at work to get the other in trouble, and various other small scale pranks. Well one night it got turned up a notch. Terry threw a party but Will decided not to go, his girlfriend did though. Terry proceeded to get her drunk and fool around with her then send a picture to Will saying “looks like I win’. Will then got a circular saw and cut the top of his car off. Terry got mad and reported that Will was selling drugs from his apartment to the cops, so Will set his mailbox on fire. It was a great month to be alive. I’m glad I helped them prank each other with the other not knowing.
Brosideon Lord of the Brocean, IUSB
I got a new roommate and in the first week I caught him jacking off 3 times. The 3rd time I walked in on him he just said “fuck it” and kept going.
Anonymous, School Not Given
Krogh, remember how you would always come in the room drunk off your ass? Do you remember how you would eat my food, drink my beer and leave dirty dishes in the sink? Do you remember using my TV and stereo when I was out of the room, and refused to pay half of the cable bill? I remember all of that. Do you remember how all of the sudden you had a bed wetting problem? First you thought you were pissing yourself when you were drunk. But then you started pissing yourself in your sleep, even sober. You even went to go see the doc about this. You begged me to promise not to tell anyone, but I did anyway. As it turns out, I was pissing on you all that time. You never figured it out when I didn’t sleep in the room and you didn’t “piss” yourself. The entire platoon hated you so much, some people would pay me to allow them to piss on you while you were sleeping. As much as I hated you as a room mate, I loved messing with you.
Dave, School Not Given
My roommate and I shared a bedroom and he would always keep me up until the wee hours of the morning playing World of Warcraft with his friends and communicating with a headset. For a long time I would just tell him to be quiet or to play without the headset if I was trying to sleep. My pleas went mostly ignored. After months of this abuse, I made it a personal policy to go onto his computer while he was in class and delete an important file from World of Warcraft every time he kept me up the night before. When he got home, eager to get back on and play, he would find that his game didn’t work (for some reason) and that he had to re-install the whole game, including the several GBs worth of patches. It took about two hours on average to get everything installed. He slowly lost interest in the game after coming home to that everyday.
James O., Oklahoma State
My new roommate overflowed the toilet really badly a couple times and refused to go buy a plunger. Even after I went and bought a plunger he still didn’t use it. I know this because one day me and my girlfriend were in the bathroom getting ready for class and she said, “it really smells like shit in here.” Apparently my roommate was so afraid of overflowing the toilet again that he started to throw his butt wiped toilet paper into the garbage instead of risking clogging the toilet again.
J Huoli, University of Wisconsin Oshkosh
I lived with my girlfriend and two others for about 6 months. She developed quite a taste for alcohol and would drink to the point of being blacked out and freak out on me or the other roommates. We all got pretty sick of her crap, but couldn’t find anyone to replace her and we weren’t able to afford her portion of the rent. One night, passed out after exhausting herself from drinking and throwing beer cans at me I decided to start drinking. After a few beers I started to piss a lot and luckily her jeans were sitting next to the toilet. Throughout the night i drenched those pants with my urine several times. The next morning she went to work, I woke up to leak and the pants were gone. She had worn them to work. When she got home she complained that they stunk and I played the fool. After that it became a regular habit to pee on her stuff when she was being insane.
Annonymous, KSU
I had this really dirty roommate, or I guess housemate. The dirtiest man I have ever set eyes on. He kept the entire house in a complete state of repulsiveness consistently throughout the days. One day he asked me for toilet paper because he was all out. I had none, so I said no, and he gave me a disgruntled look and entered the washroom with a red shirt in his hand. I didn’t think much of it at the time but later on that day when I saw that same red shirt in a small bucket drenched in brown tinted water and smelling of the distinct odor of shit, I realized he wiped his ass with his own shirt, and planned on soaking the shirt in water to clean it. He had a poop bucket with his poopy shirt in it! He was going to wear the shirt again! Worse yet, he put the dirty poop bucket in the kitchen sink. The next morning I put on a pair of rubber gloves and slapped him in the face to wake him up. Just as he was opening his eyes, (and his mouth), I poured the dirty atrocitized bucket of poop, water, and his shirt onto his face, into his mouth, and all over his bed. He moved out shortly after.
Anonymous, School Not Given
Mar 16th
Posted by admin in Dorm Stories
