College students are either adults, or they are not.
They are over 18, so they can get married, fight for our military, raise families, buy land, vote or do almost anything else. Most are 21 and they can even buy liquor.
If they can chose to co-habitate off campus, why can they not chose to co-habitate on campus? I lived in a co-ed dorm; men on floors 1, 3 and 5; the women were on floors 2 and 4. If college students want to have sex; it’s just not that hard to either go to the girl’s room; or have them come to the guy’s dorm.
Oh the sophomores up at Yale get no tail Oh the sophomores up at Yale get no tail So half the freshmen class Has to take it up the a** Oh the sophomores up at Yale get no tail
Oh the juniors up at Yale get no tail Oh the juniors up at Yale get no tail So to satisfy their yen They go out with Harvard men Oh the juniors up at Yale get no tail
Oh the seniors up at Yale, they get tail Oh the seniors up at Yale, they get tail For half a pint of Scotch Some poor Smithy spreads her crotch Oh the seniors up at Yale, they get tail
Oh the TAs up at Yale, they get tail Oh the TAs up at Yale, they get tail If they see a piece of a**, They just keep it after class Oh the TAs up at Yale, they get tail
Oh the chaplain up at Yale gets no tail Oh the chaplain up at Yale gets no tail His sex life is so bland, He asks God to lend a hand Oh the chaplain up at Yale gets no tail
Oh the president up at Yale gets no tail Oh the president up at Yale gets no tail His wife is so damned frigid, he can hardly keep it rigid Oh the president up at Yale gets no tail
Oh the team up at Yale's a sorry tale Oh the team up at Yale's a sorry tale When they satisfy their glands It's called "illegal use of hands" Oh the team up at Yale's a sorry tale
Oh the Bulldog up at Yale, has no tail Oh the Bulldog up at Yale, has no tail After years behind those walls He is lucky to have balls Oh the Bulldog up at Yale, has no tail
Oh the freshmen up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed (bothered) Oh the freshman up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed When a coed drops her pants They won't take a second glance Oh the freshman up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed
Oh the sophomores up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed Oh the sophomores up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed They would rather f*ck than jerk But it takes them from their work Oh the sophomores up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed
Oh the juniors up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed Oh the juniors up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed Like the juniors up at Yale They take pleasure from a male Oh the juniors up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed
Oh the seniors up at Hahvahd can be bahthahed Oh the seniors up at Hahvahd can be bahthahed But although they're so inclined A willing partner's hard to find Oh the seniors up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed
Oh the president up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed Oh the president up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed It's been so long now He cannot remember how Oh the president up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed
Oh the Crimson up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed Oh the Crimson up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed What it is is not quite clear, But we know it can't have sex or beer Oh the Crimson up at Hahvahd can't be bahthahed
Princeton opens infant care center
What Emily Rutherford needs is a quick injection of male DNA. Sometimes lesbian women go straight after a couple of squirts of male DNA. The DNA starts swimming in their bloodstream and they get all doey eyed and start murmuring “ah” and “oh” and they get to thinking about jewelry and pretty laces. The male DNA helps them put away ugly flannel shirts.
I should think the Department of Romance Languages will protest all this “mixed gender” business.