[NYC GOP Chick]

When I was at the University of Chicago, we had an annual scavenger hunt in which some of the items included love dolls, ferrets and other items too numerous (or embarassing) to mention...

Sounds an awful lot (and I do mean *awful*!) like our freshman initiation at Smith. Late one night, we were "kidnapped" to Amherst College and unblindfolded in the middle of the frat house, which was quite uncomfortable for those who were in their p.j.'s (or less) when we were taken there.

Then, they tried to make us sing some dopey song for the frat boys, but we refused. Next, the boys were supposed to write their names on any of our exposed skin; the first one who came near me got a death glare and a promise to ram his magic marker up his ass.

And then there was the scanvenger hunt: a jock strap, "hair not from the head" and various items that really shouldn't be mentioned here, all of which had to be retrieved from frat houses.

[Clemenza]

Sounds an awful lot (and I do mean *awful*!) like our freshman initiation at Smith.

Silly me. I thought Freshman "initiation" at Smith involved flannel shirts, Indigo Girls CDs and a Senior named Butch...

Ah, Northampton, where the women have more balls than the men. Hard to believe they once elected Calvin Coolidge Mayor.

[sauropod]

Promises, promises, that's all i ever get.