In the long list of why boobs are amazing, motorboating sits right up there at the top of the best things you can do with them in public, without getting arrested. It’s just one of those activities that makes everything in life seem good – we highly recommend it. And with July 4th coming up quickly, there’s going to ample opportunity for some drunken party girl motorboating. So we’ve compiled a massive gallery of more than 101 motorboating pics, to get you in the mood. As if you needed it…
In college, this is called “shaming” and happens pretty much anytime someone falls asleep. But in whatever country this is from, it’s called art. Either that, or they actually have a show about shaming people who are sleeping with toothpaste and like to put silly ass music to it. Either way, this is weird as hell.
We’d like to introduce you to one of the many mysteries of the human female – the boob circle. Most often spotted in pictures taken at bars and parties, the boob circle has no known origin. In fact, we have no idea why it exists at all, or how they happen at all. Does one girl just yell, “Hey, let’s stand in a circle, pull our t*ts out and take a picture!”? We have no clue. Oh well, who cares? Boobs! (more…)
Passers-by were shocked and disgusted after a notorious end-of-exams party lived up to its reputation with students binge drinking.
The party saw bikini-clad students struggling to stand up and vomiting at midday on a Sunday afternoon.
The party was organized by the Wyverns – an all-male Magdalene College drinking society. It had to be held in a new location for the first time in 80 years after officials banned students from holding the event on university land.
The controversial decision was made after a 23-year-old student was last year arrested during the infamous jelly-wrestling contest for punching a spectator.
Extra security and police were also drafted in this time to patrol the party.
Meet Steve, our beloved COED editor who was extremely late for work today. His frantic excuse for why he’d woken up long after the workday had already begun involved some drunken combination of an off-Broadway play, about four bars, an after party and a few steps that are still yet to be remembered – one of which resulted in him finding a card in his pocket from “Fat Annie’s Truck Stop,” with his own phone number written on it, when he finally arrived at the office. So this one’s for you, Steve. Now, just try not to puke.
What’s your best late-for-work excuse? Tell us in the comments!!
Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo – and anyone with access to alcohol is going to be celebrating the beautiful tradition of getting wasted off their ass, Mexico-style. So to give you an idea of what you’re in for, we’re re-posting my first-hand experience with the joys hazards of downing a little too much of the Mexican liquor:
Everyone I’ve ever met has a dark past with tequila. Just the mention of it makes their face go sour–the shots, the smell, the blinding drunk, and a hellacious hangover the next morning. For some reason, I am not one of those people. But after my family vacation to Mexico last week, I learned a bit about another South-of-the-Border brew: Mezcal.
Like tequila (which is actually a type of mezcal), mezcal is made from agave, a cactus-like plant, native to Mexico. Mezcals are often aged, in oak barrels, for two months to seven years, giving the alcohol a brown coloration and woody flavor, but are available un-aged and clear.
Connoisseurs will tell you the best mezcals come from the Mexican state of Oaxaca (wah-hock-ah). To fully enjoy the complexities of this subtle liquor, go to the city of Oaxaca, the state’s capital, who’s colonial architecture and friendly people only add to the liquor’s historic mystic. And also serves as the perfect setting to get way, way too drunk. Read More »