It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s ... your wingman.
It was one of those text messages that you know you’ll save in your inbox for weeks to come:
“OH MY GOD MY VAGINA”
Baby’s first Brazilian wax.
Being more Lance Bass than Lance Armstrong on the exercycle, I not only picked up the text during my “workout,” but counted my laughter as my ab exercise (for the week) and gleefully typed back “mazel tov” as I jumped off the bike.
Men's tennis | Doubles hits new heights
For Miller, deanship would be a balancing act
In India, students aplenty but a lag in quality
