[The Great Yazoo]

The unattached majority gleefully transform the weekly ritual of Thursday-through-Saturday-night hooking-up into a seven-day binge. In other words, it's a free-for-all, especially with respect to sex, and it's coming soon to a campus near you.

[Maria S]

"hooking-up"


I HATE that expression! One praying mantis atop another is all I can envision!

[Archidamus]

"They take full advantage of the liberties offered by the sexual revolution, moving from one partner to another on a near nightly basis, yet wake up feeling ashamed, lonely and used."

Or at least the girls do. I remember doing about the same thing back in my college days thirty years ago and I woke feeling hungover and pretty damn proud of myself for scoring yet again with yet another fine looking coed. A couple hits on my well worn bong took care of the hangover and then it was time for a repeat performance to start the day off on the right note.

Of course in the good old days we could ply the girls with Quaaludes (Methaqualone) so it was more akin to shooting fish in a barrel than big game hunter, but all is fair in love and war.

[Archidamus]

"After consecutive nights of promiscuity, some even drag themselves away from the girl or guy in their bed to Sunday services, praying all the while that she or he will be gone after the benediction."

To err is human, to forgive is divine.

[Larry Lucido]

and it's coming soon to a campus near you.

Hmm, wonder if they'll take me back as a grad student. Will I have to grow a ponytail?