| Frosh Week 2001 - The Scunt |
Okay, I'm not gonna hesitate. I'm not gonna pussyfoot around here. I'm not gonna wave my hands around, at the same time dancing about the subject, while thrusting my pelvis at something completely different, nodding at you the whole time. I could jerk you around for a while, but why insult your intelligence? You're an adult, since you no doubt clicked the disclaimer page. I can thus treat you with respect; I don't need cheap gags or silly diversions to get to the point. I just don't think that would be appropriate. Rather than insult your intelligence, I shall treat you with dignity and respect. I certainly won't get sidetracked with a bonus music review, like this one:
The Prodigy - The Dirtchamber Sessions, Vol. 1
And finally, after all that preamble, get to the review. Note that in a review, if the reviewer doesn't really have a whole lot to say about the album per se, he'll ramble on about history, or style, or some miniscule piece of data that may or may not be related to the piece, but it does bump up that critical word count. Eventually, of course, you have to get to the meat. Now I could go on and on about the choice of music, and how it reveals a lot of Liam Howlett's influences on Fat of the Land, and thus serves as a pretty good companion to it, but then I could be perceived as taking reviews seriously, which, quite frankly, I'm not about to accept.
The Chemical Brothers' one is better, but this one is pretty good.
I don't think I can dance to this...
| I'm not gonna pull any crap like that out of respect for my readers. You people are the Game, and I strive to excell at the Game every single day. So I'm gonna get right to it. |
Here it comes.
The Scavenger Hunt this year was mediocre.
Now, I'm not about to suggest that the pranks weren't as good as last year just because I didn't take an active role this time. Even though it was all me last year. There was some full frontal nudity this year, so that's a plus, but on the whole it was a pretty flat affair. I don't have as many pictures, mainly because there wasn't a whole lot to take pictures of. Oh well, let's take a look at what there is.
I wasn't around most of the day 'cause I was at work. When I came home I found that North was attempting to make a car out of a bed. And that's about it. You see, previously there were mobs of frosh about, probably getting really plastered for the first time in their lives, and they'd do some really stupid shit with a minimum of coaxing. This year, however, the very lame on-campus residence built a new building, thus siphoning off most of the frosh. So the huge mob of frosh was off singing songs and playing hopscotch, while we had about five frosh at varying levels of drunkeness.
Naturally, it was up to the old timers to get the job done. Naturally, being old, they failed miserably.
Ok, I'm being harsh. It wasn't THAT bad. I just need to make up for the total lack of decent pictures. Speaking of which, let's look at some pictures!
| Somewhere around here someone also discovered the usefullness of nudity in Scunt-related activity, and put that into use. A girl from North did the full monty on a picnic table, while a girl and a guy from South modelled whipped cream bikinis. I don't have any pictures of this out of respect and slow reflexes. |
| So that's all I have on the Scunt. I can't for the life of me remember anything else that happened. I have no idea who won. I will note for the record that the people in charge of the competing buildings were really anal about property damage, cutting out all the fun to be had there. Lame. Clearly what the Scavenger Hunt needs is more less lame. Here's a picture of the Rock and Kurt Angle making out: |