
Dean McLoughlin Ratings Plummet

HAMILTON, NY — After months of poor performance ratings in the polls, Dean Paul J. McLoughlin of Colgate University has reached his lowest ratings yet. Just under 1% of Colgate students said that they approved or somewhat approved of the Dean’s recent actions. is descent actually exceeds the speed of President Trump’s fall from favor after taking office, which was previously thought to have been an unmatchable decline. Here, we break down the various causes of Dean McLoughlin’s plummet in the polls.
McLoughlin started off the year strong, with a good endorsement from beloved President Casey. He made some great speeches about listening to the students and all the classic new-administrator cliches, and it seemed like the students were willing to trust him. For the first few weeks of school, his approval ratings remained in the mid-80s, which is actually where President Putin of Russia tends to hover. Perhaps this should have been a sign of his future as a fascist leader.
The first large hit to his approval ratings came immediately after the weekend of the infamous Tail’Gate, hosted by the Dean himself. In an effort to draw students away from the grand tradition of Fraturday and make the school care about sports, the Dean abused his authority and cancelled all parties scheduled Saturday afternoon. He declared that students would be allowed to bring alcohol to the game, but in such a regulated way that it could never hope to replicate the tailgates of the SEC schools. After a weekend of sad, off-campus fraturdays, his approval sunk to barely 50%.
Later in the fall, McLoughlin signalled that he was ready to start making bigger changes on campus, specifically in the social realm. Apparently, Colgate’s lax (read: fun) enforcement of social hosting policies did not match his dictatorial style. At a forum for his proposed new rules, he spoke passionately about hiring outside security, banning lengthy parties, and carefully monitoring the alcohol consumption of every party attendee. Despite students ardent pleas against these proposals, he continued onward with his draconian ideas, leaving his approval rating hovering in the 30s.
The final blow came at the beginning of second semester. All winter break, students had been fantasizing about finally being able to return to Tach parties after their probation was lifted. Most students thought the probation was unjust in the first place, so everyone was more than ready to get back to grade-A raging. However, McLoughlin seemed to think that they had not done their penance, and arbitrarily extended their punishment, which plunged him to his current approval rating. Despite the fact that the probation has since been lifted, Colgate students will struggle to trust the Dean ever again.
Poop Standoff Breaks 27 Year Record
HAMILTON, NY — The situation in the fourth floor Case Library women’s bathroom has received official crisis status as of press time. Three hours prior a record was broken for Colgate’s longest poop standoff, ever. The two unidentified females have been occupying the second and middle stalls of the bathroom for over 32 hours now, each waiting for the other to give up and move to a different bathroom for her bowel movement.
For those unfamiliar with the poop standoff, your ignorance is understandable, as these typically afflict the female population and events of this magnitude are rare. There are a number of theories that seek to explain the female poop standoff phenomenon. Many point to societal pressures on women to fart glitter and shit rainbows, rather than allowing them to accept and enjoy a nice, steamy dump. High rates of poop shyness and a lack of accessible one-stall bathrooms around campus occasionally bring girls head-to-head while trying to secretly take a public shit. It tends to play out in a scenario involving one person entering the bathroom first, and believing the bathroom to be empty, beginning her pooping process. This is immediately followed by the entrance of a second person, who assumes that the first person will be leaving the bathroom shortly. She enters the stall, and waits her turn to poop. This is the trap. Both now sit in utter silence, delaying defecation in the hopes that the other will leave.
The length of any given poop stando depends on two main factors: rates of stubborness and strength of anal muscles in both players. A question of mental health comes into play when an occurrence lasts longer than four hours, as pointed out by clinical psychologist Dr. Hhardschtoole, “Most rational people would just give in and shit with someone else there, like, at a certain point both people know the other is there to lay a deuce, so own it. Really let ‘er rip.” Many agree with Dr. Hhardschtoole’s “let ‘er rip” sentiments, and in the wake of a record-breaking poop standoff, rumors of an anti-poop shyness movement are flying.
The two players (victims?) in this historic fourth floor poop standoff have yet to be identified, nor has either made any move to shit or move. The bathroom remains silent, except for a few rustles of the toilet paper holder and some shuffling feet. Emergency responders are concerned that the girls have lost feeling in their lower bodies, and at this point are likely unable to shit or move. Medical evacuation is imminent.
Delta Upsilon Infects Campus with Cow Strep
HAMILTON, NY — As a particularly contagious flu season comes to its end, Colgate students have looked optimistically towards a feverless, phlegm-less future for their emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually compromised immune systems. Relieved that they may once again steals sips from anonymous Keystones and swap saliva with sanitarily ambiguous strangers, many have returned to the party scene with an unprecedented hormonal fervor. But tread with caution, naive nymphomaniacs, for a new hazard lurks behind the inviting facade of our filthy, dilapidated frat estates. Streptococcal Infection C, also known as Strep C, or “that nasty cough the thot in your micro-econ class has had for like a week” has grown increasingly common around campus, following a recent outbreak believed to have originated at DU over the weekend.
Symptoms of the illness include fever, sore throat, and coughing, all caused by TINY BUGS EATING AWAY AT YOUR THROAT’S FLESH – tiny flesh eating bugs commonly transferred by sharing food or shoving your tongue down someone else’s throat. If you have any of these symptoms, or just feel like shit, medical experts would advise you to go to the Student Health Center to receive antibiotics along with pitying looks of judgment on account of your undoubtable hoe-ish behaviour.
What is particularly unique, however, is the origins of this particular strain. These aren’t your run-of-the-mill throat-bugs, these are barnyard throat-bugs. Yes, Strep C is typically contracted from livestock and barnyard animals. As the Monthly Rag is a cultured literary magazine only focused on the most erudite of discussions and topics, we won’t address the obvious fact that DU fucks cows, but rather why they would choose to fuck cows. The theories are as limitless as a Colgate student’s access to psychoactive drugs: few and underwhelming.
“I think its to deter Juul-moochers,” local conspiracy theorist Dasani Batali argues. “If you infect people with nasty-ass cow diseases, they probably won’t want to take a hit from your pen. Or they just like to fuck cows.” The administration has already gone to great lengths to stifle any controversy regarding the outbreak, practically draining the fraternity hush money slush for the semester. With such bureaucratic veils disrupting our freedom to information, it’s uncertain we will ever know the origins or motives behind this event, whether it be biochemical terrorism or mere accident. But DU probably fucks cows.
One Giant Shit Show: Dislocated Legs and Forgotten Vapes
HAMILTON, NY — It all started with four tequila shots and, of course, as any other great Jug night begins, with no intention of going to the Jug. After 19 years of not drinking, Buzzedfeed Vapegurl (@buzzedfeed_vapegurl) decided to jump on the bandwagon. Two hours of singing, vaping, and ding-dong ditching later, Vapegurl decided it was time for some drama.
Somehow, while standing completely still, she managed to fall against the 3rd floor West armoire, sending her patella to the opposite side of her leg. Now, fortunately, tequila has some numbing effects, so she wasn’t in pain. On the other hand, wits were numbed as well, and 7-shot-deep Bearded Redflame – AKA Doctor Watchedallofscrubstwiceexceptfortheninthseason – decided the best plan of attack would be to relocate it himself. It was pretty gross. If you want to shut down a party, just whip out a dislocated leg. People hate looking at that shit.
Flash forward a week, and Vapegurl has a busted knee, crutches, and two (2) more Jug nights under her belt. Despite the fact that she could most definitely easily hobble through the stairless, non-icy, extremely safe hill from the Bryan Complex to the quad, and that Colgate’s campus is very handicap accessible (they told professors not to park in handicap spots anymore so she can leave her crutches there), Vapegurl has been added to Campo’s transport list.
Unfortunately, since it’s really unusual for Hamilton to get snow this time of year, there were no chains or snow tires on the car driving Vapegurl to her Super Bowl party. After 5 minutes of blocking traffic, unable to get enough traction in the 6 inches snow to leave the Curtis loop, Mr. Campo Driver lucked out when avid gym goers Yard Frosen and Papa Zahapa showed up to save the day.
“I’ve been working out every day and I thought it would be a cool opportunity to show off my biz to a girl who physically could not walk away,” Frosen responded when asked about the event.
“I really didn’t want to do it, and I’m from Philly, and was mad that Yard wanted to help. GO BIRDS,” Zahapa stated. “We were missing the pregame commentary, and I’m from Philly so I really wanted to make it on time, but at least we did end up helping them get off the road. Go birds!” He finished.
“Like, I don’t even care that I only got dropped off halfway to my destination. I got there fine and only fell once,” Vapegurl explained. “It’s not like both my knees are busted. I’m just embarrassed that I forgot my vape in their car and have to ask them to bring it back next time they pick me up.”
Lack of Mardi Gras Proves Colgate to be a Poser Party School
HAMILTON, NY — Picture, if you will, an absolute fucking rager; people are pouring out of the windows of frat houses, dirty-rushing freshmen are blowing mad chunks at the Campo-mobiles chasing some ass-naked dudes running down Broad Street, there’s at least 27 people crammed into the Slices bathroom bumping nose-beers just like their stockbroker dads taught them, and you’re pretty sure that La Casa is somehow on fire, but you really couldn’t be bothered because you are so fucking plastered that you might as well just take a nap right there in a snowbank. And when you wake up that morning, completely brain-dead on the sign in front of Taylor Lake, you realize the party’s still going, and, holy shit, DU is on fire too.
And then realize that this will never happen, mostly because the general populace of Colgate couldn’t even pronounce “Mardi Gras,” much less know what it is.
In a surprising turn of events, the students at the #8 school on Princeton Review’s “Top 20 Party Schools of 2018” fail to celebrate the ridiculously explosive holiday for some god-awful reason, instead preferring to shotgun a case of Natty and play BP with vodka instead of the real man’s drink of rubbing alcohol because, to quote a local and absolutely fucking boring student, “Dude, 80 proof is pretty strong.” Well, fucker, that’s why you’re #8 and Tulane is #1.
“I mean, I feel like we would celebrate it if it wasn’t on a Tuesday,” claimed another loser who pussied out after only three joints to the face. “Plus, it sounds completely dangerous. What if someone got hurt?” This student was later found in the back of Frank, completely non-verbal, with three other people helping him cut his french toast into manageable sizes that he could swallow without chewing, as he could not even fathom how to close his mouth. Nice “tolerance,” ass-wagon.
Even the more #druglife #drugs #mystic #mystical #trip #trippy #tripping students of Colgate opposed the idea of eating the whole sheet of acid instead of three tabs at a time. “I don’t want to fucking die, bro,” explained a local psychonaut. “I mean, I want to, like, die? You know? But not die, right? Like, death is a manmade construct, right? So that means, like–”
At this point, I had to cut this hippie yuppie off, because how boring is the party scene if you’re not literally dying and being resuscitated every weekend? How boring is it if not a single frat has been set ablaze by a living-room bonfire? How absolutely, mind-numbingly boring is it that a source of fun around here is from paying people money to drink their alcohol instead of making your own pruno in someone’s apartment toilet?
Answer: very boring. Rich-white- people boring. Eighth-place boring.
The Spring Semester Classic: Dirty Rush Drinking Game
Every spring, our school begins the timeless tradition of finally welcoming freshmen boys onto the party scene in the form of dirty rushing. Guys start flirting with each other more than with girls, and there are a suspicious number of bros nights in at the house. Freshmen do their absolute best to seem like they actually hooked up with someone in the last six months. Welcome to Spring Semester.
Players: 1+
Materials:
(1) handles of Recipe 21
Several racks of Keystone
(1) Eight-ball of cocaine
Instructions:
– Every time you get a Tau brother’s number, take a pull
– If a Tach brother talks to you at the gym, shotgun a beer on the spot
– If you meet someone with a “cool group of friends,” rail a line of coke
– If a Beta guy says, “we’re probably gonna start mixing soon,” take a shot to help the bullshit go down easier
– Every time someone asks, “what’re you doing in the fall?” take a pull
Sex Position: Go for the Gold
This month, take your inspiration from the wild adventures of the athletes who are currently all over the news. Rumor has it that each Olympic athlete received 37 condoms for their two week stay, which they undoubtedly will use up in their post-competition endorphin high. Set a goal for yourself to beat them at their own game and find more than 37 different partners within the next two weeks. Use different sports as inspiration for individual poses. For instance, sweep your condoms toward the bed in the style of curlers. For the outdoorsy types, try “lube luge” – covering your naked bodies in lube, sliding down the hill on Whitnall Field as if you were Olympic doubles lugers, and holding that position (essentially one person lies on top of the other) fuck to completion at the bottom of the hill. For those with “I, Tonya,” aspirations, role playing a figure skating pair in the Class of 1965 Arena could be fun, but you’ll have to beat the hockey-style BDSM couples to get the prime real estate.
Rodent Infestation Amazes and Disgusts Across Campus
HAMILTON, NY — Switching gears from its usual highly intellectual and sophisticated critiques to hard hitting investigative journalism, the Rag this month sent a team to find out more about what’s been on everyone’s minds lately: Colgate’s rodent infestation.
When mice emerged in Curtis and Drake last semester, they instantly went viral. Responses ranged from Lululemon clad freshmen girls shrieking, “There is mice poop on my pillow; my Dad is totally gonna pull all of his donations when he hears about this!!” to barefoot OE members carrying bags of hand-ground granola saying, “I’m glad the school is finally trying to bring us closer with nature. We’ve had mice in the Loj for months. Thank God they finally brought them to the dorms,” to aspiring frat stars who mused, “Bro, how much coke do you think I could feed this mouse before it like passes out or something?” in between hits of their Juuls. Regardless of the response, the Curtis mice were on everyone who is anyone’s snapchat story.
Next in the saga of the rodent invasion: rumors surfaced at the start of the semester that the Coop had suffered a rat infestation over break. When asked for a comment, staff replied that the rumor is not true: “I have never walked into the Coop to find rats Pani- ni-pressing their own sandwiches. I’ve also never seen any rats trying to walk out without paying for their sushi–that’s absurd.” Rag reporters thought that this response was oddly specific, even suspiciously so, but did not press the evidently traumatized employee.
Proving that indeed no place is safe anymore, Frank was next on the rodent hit list. One student, innocently perusing the Sunday night sundae bar, came across a mole invading the sacred space that is Frank dining hall. The student captured the intruder in one of the Frank cups, released the mole outside, and promptly put the cup back in rotation. The cup still haunts members of the Colgate community who can’t help but wonder if they share a drinking cup with the fearsome mole that broke into Frank that one night.
With all of these rodent invasions, it appears that the weird guy from your Legacies class isn’t the only thing that won’t stop hitting you up this semester. The Rag’s prediction for the next member of the rodent family to visit Colgate’s campus? Beavers in Lathrop. You heard it here first.
First-Year Girls Figure Out DU Parties Suck, Leaving Brothers Confused
HAMILTON, NY — After a long semester of fraternity parties being closed off to young and naive freshmen per administrative rules, many fraternity bros assumed that the start of the new semester would be an exciting time for the newly legal first-year students. Members of Delta Upsilon were shocked, come the first Saturday after add-drop period ended, that their open party at “The Castle” attracted a shockingly low number of freshman girls. In fact, the party had been raging on for a good hour before members of DU realized that it was just freshman football players up on the tables, and that they had been grinding on only each other.
“It was really surprising to us that the first night we finally opened the doors to the hottest fraternity party in all of Hamilton… Actually, maybe even New York, and no freshman girls even came. I mean, the football team was Patriot League Champions, after all. Well, tied for champions. And we did lose to the team that we tied with for the championship. But still. Yeah. Champions,” one DU member said. “And once we realized that no freshman girls were there, we also realized that no girls from other grades were there either. We checked the bathrooms and everything. No one.”
A survey of first year female students at Colgate University revealed that every single one, had, in fact, attended a DU party thrown in the first semester. Interestingly, half of first-year male students had also been in attendance at a party, the most popular way of entry being “putting your head down and pushing.” 48% of professors, 96% of Frank workers, 24% of residents at the Hamilton Senior Citizen Center, 69% of current Colgate students’ parents, and a full first-grade class from Hamilton Elementary School have also snuck into DU parties in the past.
“Have I been to a party at DU? Oh god yes. I went to one at the beginning of the year and haven’t been back since,” an unnamed first-year student exclaimed. “It’s always the same— terrible music, the freshmen football players jumping off the tables, and the drinks running out in .5 seconds. Only losers still go there. I’m into more exclusive parties.” Our anonymous source failed to confirm what these exclusive parties were, but us writers of the Rag are almost positive she means showing up at The Jug when she knows sorority girls will be there.
Delta Upsilon has to take drastic action to save their reputation before it’s too late. Although head football coach Dan Hunt refused to comment directly, a reliable source reported that he is “disappointed, but not surprised” about the disastrous party.