Hayley Brooks & Ali Kokot | Indulging the one-hit wonder
While today’s music industry is gaga for empowered women, that’s not all that has driven “Call Me Maybe” to the top of the charts.
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While today’s music industry is gaga for empowered women, that’s not all that has driven “Call Me Maybe” to the top of the charts.
We had the craziest spring break trip. Don’t take our word for it? Just wait for the pictures. And we know that you’re waiting.
“Let’s get blacked out!”
The clock hits 10 to. Class ends. Books shut. Let’s talk about something else.
It’s Friday morning: she wakes up late for class, slides right out of bed and decides she won’t be getting dressed today. Swinging on her backpack, she parades down Locust Walk — a flurry of flannel amidst throngs of suited Whartonites, J.Crew-clad collegiates and the like.
Itching to know what the salon ladies really think of your nail beds? Looking to impress your dinner-date with the proper pronunciation of Schupfnudeln im Sauerkraut? These alone are excellent reasons to check out a class in Williams Hall. Yet, upon completion of Penn’s modest foreign language requirement, most students will bid the building adieu except to satisfy their craving for café.
“Baby grind on me / Relax your mind and take your time on me / Let me get deeper shorty ride on me / Now come and sex me till your body gets weak with slow grindin’.”