Forget algebra! College = sex is the only equation we ever learned. These are the four years you can let loose, and everyone knows the first year’s the craziest!
It was a bright and not-stormy day, and Chad Kroeger sat by himself in the corner booth of Big Horns Diner, drinking a hot coffee in full view of the Montana sunlight.
Not having any luck on Tinder, Grindr, or OKCupid? Sick of meeting people over Craigslist and repeatedly getting kidnapped? Bored of everyone you meet on
– GAW ’16. Illustrated by BAF ’17.
Here at The Princeton Tiger, we typically put together an issue in a single heart-pounding weekend of production marked by the debauched trinity of sex,
1. Conscription for the robot war has begun early. Princeton is torn to shreds. Dorms are set aflame and the sky has turned a darkness
Hey freshmen! Now that you’re at Princeton, it’s time that you learned the lay of the land. You’re going to be hearing about partying
There is a moment on every campus tour when someone looks up at Holder Tower cutting the sky in two and whispers to their neighbor, “Wow, this place is just like Hogwarts.”
A message from the chairman: It is 5 am on the Sunday morning after Reunions, you are under a tent at the 5th smoking
People say that satire has the power to educate and change and even assert its author’s own opinions. They are wrong.