Cory Matthews is, and forever will be, my dream man.

Mom, can I please go to Camp Rock this summer?!

Help make “Another Stakeout” become another cult hit

Of course Mariah Carey has a 3,000 sq. ft. lingerie closet

Would you hook up with the Office Casanova?

…Because Hayden Pannetierre says it’s wrong…

This is why I’m afraid to try pranks

Want to catch some friends this weekend?

This video makes me really homesick

Learn to play Ysketball

April Fools’ day and I have never gotten along.

In second grade, my Elementary School decided it would be cute to ring the warning bells every five minutes—you’re late for class… APRIL FOOLS’!

Middle School saw surprise pop quizzes—it’s worth 90% of your grade and you didn’t study—APRIL FOOLS’!!

High School? College? More of the same…

This morning, at midnight on April 1st, my boyfriend paused on the sidewalk, looked at me significantly, and said “Suzie, I’ve decided to go to Med School”—APRIL FOOLS’! (he’s applied to grad and law school so for a minute I was like… omg!– then I saw his smirk and was like… oh right… )

When I saw the Reuters article on pranks this year, however, I had to chuckle at the new heights of advertising that this day of strange glee has allowed two Australian companies to ascend:

Google Australia announced a new feature enabling one to search the Internet for future content, including sports results…

Australian airline Virgin Blue took out ad space in newspapers offering special “Stand Up fares” complete with complimentary calf massages for flights longer than two hours. Read More »

Now that fall semester is truly underway, we know that you’re all getting your party routines down and your alcohol tolerances up. But it’s a sad college reality that everyone has those nights once in a while where they wake up in a strange place, next to a strange person…probably covered in Sharpie.

No one likes being the first to pass out…but everyone loves documenting the poor fool who couldn’t make it past 12.

Check this video out and take notes…you should never have to scrub permanent marker off your ass on a Saturday morning. It’s just pathetic.