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September 29, 2008 | by  | in Opinion |
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Top 5 places to make out at Uni – By the Giggly Girls’ Club

1. On the lecturer
2. With the lecturer
3. Computer Lab’s esp. on the computer
4. Lecture Theatre’s- esp. during Quan 111- everyone will watch you
5. Study rooms- esp. when they are booked out to someone else.

Top Five Things That Are Probably Going On Right This Instant Somewhere – By Uther
1. You reading this.
2. One of your close relatives masturbating furiously.
3. Someone having a bath in baked beans.
4. A masonic secret handshake.
5. War.

Top Five Alternatives to Democracy in Electing the VUWSA Exec – By Uther
1. A complicated system of coin flips.
2. Mud wrestling.
3. Snail racing.
4. Asking a lunatic in a box.
5. War.

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  1. Freya says:

    I’d be really keen for the mud-wrestling.

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