MIDDLETOWN, CT— Following the success of their 4/20 and Thanksgiving pails, campus restaurant WesWings has introduced a holiday meal sure to rile your appetite. The new Valentine’s Day pail features the classic Swings takeout box filled to the brim with smooth-glide condoms and melted chocolate.
“We wanted something that felt romantic, but still accessible to the average cynical college student,” Swings owner Ed Thorndike ‘78 told The Groundhog. “You could eat it on your own, but it’s also big enough to split with a partner.”
In the spirit of inclusivity, Swings will also offer a dental dam option and a latex-free pail. “We thought about making the chocolate dairy-free, but we thought the post-consumption stomach pain was really important to the dining experience.” Thorndike continued. “It’s a lot like love, in that way.”
When asked to elaborate on that comparison, Thorndike refused. “This is exactly what I want out of a pail,” Sam Jellious ‘22, an avid WesWings patron, said. “It tastes kinda gross after a while and there’s no nutritional value, but if I buy it, everyone will think that I’m having sex.”
MIDDLETOWN, CT – After years of being labeled as the eating area for athletes and frat bros, the loud side of Wesleyan’s Usdan University Center will finally be getting a hibachi table. No longer will patrons of the loud side have to wait in line at Mongolian grill and then trudge all the way back to their tables; now they will be able to get their fried rice from the comfort of their seat.
“Listen I love Mongo as much as the next guy,” said Chuck Logan ‘20, captain of the rowing team. “But being able to get my six egg breakfast sandwich while sitting with my friggin dudes? PLUS an onion volcano? Nothing beats that.”
Sources close to Bon Appetit management have confirmed that the Hibachi Chef will be doing “All the classics,” like the onion volcano, and the shrimp in the pocket toss, and of course, squirting sake into the mouths of eager guests. When asked about this, Logan replied simply “It’s about time we got some long-range sake in Usdan.”
WASHINGTON D.C. – Following news last night that the United States House of Representatives voted to impeach, President Donald Trump frantically went on Google to try and figure out what that meant. Only the third U.S. President to ever be impeached by congress, Trump is in fact the first to have no fucking clue what it means.
“I’m always hungry,” said the president when he first heard the news late last night, “but I hate fruit. Thanks very much, but I don’t think I want an impeach. He then went on to ask if it was something involving “that Italy gays movie,” but was also informed that that wasn’t the case.
At crunch time, sources close to the president have reported that he is still trying to log on to his phone in order to access google, attempting to guess whether his password is “69”, “6969”, or “696969;)”. He still has no idea who, what, or where impeachment is.
MIDDLETOWN, CT – Wesleyan student Jake Maroney ’20 arrived at a halloween party this past weekend dressed as what he call ‘a pointy ghost’. When every single person at the party responded negatively to the costume, Maroney didn’t know what was going on.
“Ghosts are, like, a classic halloween costume,” argued the college senior, “and I just changed it up a bit by making the ghost pointy. What’s the issue?” Nearly everyone at the party immediately pointed out the issue, but Maroney refused to listen.
When questioned, no one even really understood where the idea to do a pointy ghost costume came from. “What the hell is a ‘pointy ghost’?” asked Lauren Billard ’21. “Does Jake think that’s a thing?” Numerous other partygoers were asked, but no one had ever heard of a ‘pointy ghost’ as a thing. One friend said “At first I thought Jake was racist, but now I know he’s just stupid.”
“I mean, like, sharp things are scary. So a pointy ghost is scarier?” Maroney claimed, but dutifully removing his costume and revealing a sexy cat underneath.
MIDDLETOWN, CT – As another year begins at Wesleyan, the long handled scoop at Usdan’s ice cream station continues its uninterrupted reign of terror. Intimidating each and every would-be ice cream eater that enters its realm, the long handled scoop dominates the minds of Wesleyan students.
“I can’t get ice cream without sweating,” said Greg Connors (‘20), a senior who has enjoyed ice cream since his freshman year. “I’m no novice, and still the scoop scares me. I mean, I have nightmares about it.” Connors isn’t the only one. “It’s just too long!” said Julia Little (‘23), a freshman who had recently encountered the spectre-like scoop for the first time. “I gave up mid-scoop, and I swear I could hear it laughing at me as I fled.” Several other Usdan diners expressed similar opinions to Connors and Little but preferred to remain anonymous, for fear that the scoop would target them personally.
Freshmen and Upperclassmen alike venture into the scoop’s lair with hubristic confidence that they can handle any ice cream scoop. Little do they know how absurdly long the handle of the scoop is. Many leave the ice cream station driven mad by the length of the ice cream utensil, never to be the same.
MIDDLETOWN, CT – Jeremy Loss ‘21 realized this morning upon waking up and scrolling through his Instagram feed that he would have to wait a full year before he could publicly be nice to his parents again. “It’s really a bummer,” the Wesleyan freshman said, regretting the fact that he had forgotten to post something the day before. “I really love them, but it’s not gonna be Mother’s Day or Father’s Day for another 300+ days, so no one can really know.”
Despite still having access to social media and tons of great photos of the people who brought him into this world, he had no intention of sharing them any other day of the year. “I love my parents, of course, but I can’t really mention it unless it’s Mother’s Day or Father’s Day,” Loss explained, referring to the people who gave him the incredible and unique gift of life. “That’s just kind of how it goes.”
When questioned, nearly all of Loss’ classmates felt the same way, especially his male peers. “Yeah, I dunno. I guess it just feels weird to be nice to them in public if I’m not specifically told it’s okay,” said Harrison Knox ‘20, who had no interest in displaying affection for his parents if not on a holiday, despite the fact that without them he would not have ever tasted the sweet fruit that is existence. “They’re my parents, I dunno. I can’t post a picture of them just any old day, it’s not like they’re my dog.”