The Boys from Knoxville: spring flings and whiplash
The key to having a successful Spring Fling turned out to be borrowing a cigarette that I never smoked. That and four relentless wingwomen from Kappa Kappa Gamma. The only downside?
The whiplash outlasted the five-day fling.
Until spring break, I thought you could only get “Spring Fling Whiplash” on Old Campus by dancing a little too funky to the beats of Third Eye Blind. Any other kind of Spring Fling was the stuff of teen-movie-myth. But over spring break, I became an initiate to the exclusive cult. I saw the light and heard the choirs of angels; the light came from a...
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