Heard from my 3rd-floor Nevils apartment, around 11:30 pm last night. Straight from the mouth of a real bro:
“The first time I met CJ, he was passed out on a toilet seat. Naked.”
Isn’t it nice how intimate details can be yelled out on N Street?
P.S. Welcome to our party, Vox Populi!
“We’ve got a straggler on the fourth floor.”
Spoken just within earshot of me by one DPS officer who clearly felt that I was not leaving the library fast enough after being told at MIDNIGHT that the LIBRARY WAS CLOSING at Georgetown University, a (supposed) institution of higher learning. Dumb library rules are full of fail.
Hit the jump for a deep insight, courtesy of Willy Wonka.
A nice-looking, docile family walking across Healy lawn in late morning.
WASPy mom to her kids, gesturing towards campus: “Hey kids, this is college!”
People in Georgetown say some crazy things, and we at the The Daily Monthly hear them.
Said by college-aged female on the corner of M and Wisconsin:
“Would you like to make a donation for children with cancer?”
“I don’t like children, or cancer.”