Community Memorial Officially Runs out of Tylenol

HAMILTON, NY — Disaster recently struck Hamilton’s beloved Community Memorial Hospital after their supply of acetaminophen and ibuprofen, commonly sold under the brand names Tylenol and Advil, was deemed empty. While the hospital usually purchases a bulk order for the entire school year, the overwhelming number of cases of mono, strep, and other “kissing diseases” has tested the limits of our local healthcare system. After much deliberation regarding their budget and capabilities, the Board of Directors at the hospital decided the best course of action was to step outside of their comfort zone and begin practicing medicine more advanced than The Coop Store’s mini pharmacy.

Some concerns have been raised regarding how well a facility made up almost entirely of interns can treat diseases without their go-to panaceas, but Community Memorial’s Dr. Trevor Corey assured The Monthly Rag that all would be well.

Dr. Corey also had some opinions regarding the origin of these outbreaks, claiming “John Jug and his House of Whoring has cost the hospital thousands in easily accessible over the counter drugs. His business’s ability to convince freshmen to trade saliva with strangers is truly the worst disease I’ve ever seen.” He also attacked frat parties and their hookup culture, but some of our freshmen writers’ hopes to get a bid next year will keep these comments in the dark.

Community Memorial Hospital emphasized that their lack of the weakest painkillers known to man will only affect a small portion of their day to day work, as the majority is made up of alcohol poisoned lightweights who are convinced they are heavyweights. As for the future, the hospital plans to entirely revamp their treatment programs. Starting next school year, acetaminophen and ibuprofen will no longer be given to every sick student that walks through their doors. Instead, their staff will begin using essential oils and healing crystals to cleanse students’ bodies through their souls.

Haze the Intern

End of the school-year means the end of fun with your friends for about 4 months as you struggle to apply to unpaid startup company internships in Bumfuck, Idaho while Brad the econ major gets into Bank of America “all on his own.” For the best results, the Rag recommends that you apply to many jobs at the same time, while drunk.

Materials:

– (1) handle of hard alcohol of your choice, bonus points if it’s punny for your industry

-(1) rack of breadwater or similar

Instructions:

-Sip your can every time you are required to write out something that was already written on your resume.

-Chug for three seconds every time you try to apply to a job only to find it was filled three weeks ago and the company refuses to take the listing off of LinkedIn.

-Shotgun one brewchacho for every cover letter you write. You deserve it.

-Take a pull every time you get rejected.

-Take a shot and beer-chase any time you land an interview.

-You are required to chug one beer for every business you have applied to that has not responded to your application yet until they finally accept or reject you.

-Finish your materials as soon as you land your dream internship.

Sex Position: The Spring Break-Her

This Spring Break-inspired position is all about fucking destroying that phat puss, broh. That’s right we’re gonna show you all the best ways to wreck your lady lover’s hot box. Before you embark on your journey to Punta, be sure to stock up on Red Dragon boner pills, a signature favorite of PKT. Just one dose will have your cock thick and throbbing, ready to absolutely obliterate your girl’s panty hamster all day long. Don’t forget coconut oil, which can double as lube and tanning oil, covering all your bases for the non-stop beach sex you’ll be having all week. Once you’ve gathered your supplies, definitely do some quick stretches to open up those hip flexors, because you gotta be loose to make it in the big leagues. Alright, now pop those pills, lather up and down a few margs, and just bambambambambambambambambambambambambambambambambam until you collapse from exhaustion.

‘Gate Student Body Partakes in Touching Religious Ceremony

HAMILTON, NY — Violent waves of students have stormed the streets this weekend for a holiday that celebrates the Saint that brought Catholicism to the Irish. This display of religious piety is truly inspiring to the entire town of Hamilton. In keeping with tradition, students wore green, a nod to Saint Patrick’s love for Shrek, and guzzled the limited edition Shamrock Shake, another favorite of Patrick’s. Some exceptionally devout students were seen fighting their way through the Jug line, eager to pay their respects to Saint Patrick as soon as possible.

It is said that the Jug on Saint Patrick’s eve is a magical place. One can truly connect with Patrick through John Jug’s limited edition cocktails that are greener than that girl puking in the corner. We interviewed a traditional dancer during the celebration by the name of Skylar. We asked her what inspired her moves with Bradley, the young man performing with her. “Well,” she remarked, “I just think that everyone can be a little Irish today! It’s too good an excuse to not get fucked up, ya know? I also look really hot in green.” It is truly clear that Saint Patrick brings young people together.

We also talked to Vanessa, a sophomore who attended the Old Stone Jug services this past weekend. When asked about her connection to Saint Patrick, she replied, “Well, my dad’s great grandmother’s cousin moved to Ireland. I went on Ancestry. So I just feel really connected to her today, and I want to celebrate the person who founded Ireland. I’m seriously considering studying abroad there.” This statement is truly a testament to the deeply spiritual and emotional nature of St. Patrick’s Day. Vanessa was clad in traditional fashion: a green crop top paired with green clover pajama pants, and some shamrock glasses. Observing the others who celebrate this famed and glorious holiday, there are some men wearing basketball jerseys, in honor of one of Saint Patrick’s favorite pastimes. Every person in attendance additionally drinks the sacred nectar of Saint Patrick: watered down Keystone Lite. Saint Patrick himself was said to have founded the Keystone brewing company, after he invented alcohol. His stores have now become the holy sacrament taken by his followers to channel his good graces for another year of relative sobriety.

Let us never forget the true meaning of Saint Patrick’s day: “celebrating” our distant Irish heritage as an excuse to get plastered at 8 am, or spending all of our money on bar crawls while blasting “I’m Shipping up to Boston” by the Dropkick Murphys. Drink those Shamrock Shakes, and guzzle those beers, Hamilton, for Saint Patrick is up in the clouds shotgunning a FourLoko.

Research Shows Floor Stickiness Directly Proportional to Party Litness

HAMILTON, NY — Last week, Colgate’s chemistry department published findings related to sticky floors at parties. “The results are absolutely astounding,” said head of research and chemistry Professor James Jamison. “The data show us a bell curve related to party litness. The party reaches a peak but when the floors become too sticky, partygoers leave.”

Professor Jamison said the research question developed when one of his students described how she left a party after her Adidas Superstar stuck to the floor. “It was so disgusting. I stepped on DU’s floor with no shoe barrier. I don’t think I’ll ever recover,” said Emily Reid. When Jamison probed his class and discovered other students felt the same way, he knew he had his work cut out for him.

“If the floors are too clean, I just don’t trust it, you know?” said sophomore Olivia Reynolds. “Like, am I here too early? If the floor sticky you know that everyone has been having a good time for a while now. I think it’s way harder to slip on, too.”

“Best fucking research job ever. I just had to go to as many parties as possible, take samples of the floors every so often, and describe how lit it was. Jamison didn’t care what I did as long as he got his data,” said John Wilson, one of the student researchers working on the project.

Many frats plan to implement the findings into their parties. “We’ve learned that if the floors are a bit sticky before we start, the party will get crazy way faster,” said Isaac Dean, president of Phi Delta Theta. Jamison plans to mimic the study based on ground muddiness on Fraturday. “I want to see if it has the same impact. Is there a level that students will not endure?”

The Rag Investigates: Pep Band Mannequin Challenge

HAMILTON, NY — On Friday, March 22, the Colgate Raiders made the trek of a lifetime to Columbus, Ohio to play against the Tennessee Volunteers with the support of the entire school behind them; we all remember this day well — or at least the bits and pieces in between brown-outs—and how our basketball boys made everyone shit collective pant. The rest of the world was shocked. Who are these warriors of the court? Where in the world is Hamilton? Why do all of their band-members look like human dolls?

You may have seen them briefly as the camera panned past 30 identical, robotic faces,. To quote a bystander who walked past them on the court, “They all looked dead, yet stood at attention. They were white, pasty band nerds, but I knew there was a problem because none of them suffered from any acne or anxiety or the willingness to die at any second, you know, like a usual college kid. They were so… smooth… and maybe even a bit slimy… like a bunch of 5’8” newborn babies.”

Immediate outrage hit social media after the game, but not because the Vols literally almost lost to a team that hadn’t been in an NCAA tournament since 1996; instead, many Colgate students were, according to some interviewees, “fucking pissed” that these lifeless automatons had replaced the pep-band we had all come to kind-of-but-not-really know. One sophomore, Sechs Uwalin Nuendo, was available for comment:

“You know, I had always seen some kid wearing some pep-band merch in my class, and I’ve heard that they’re fucking weapons but I’ve never seen them perform. [March 22] was their day to shine—was their day to ‘doot doot!’ or whatever the fuck they do; I don’t know—and the administration stripped that from them and replaced them with sentient mannequins. It was the most Colgate thing I had ever seen, like giving Summer Funding to kids going into finance instead of non-profit.”

As of press time, Rag reporters have launched investigation “Mannequin Challenge” hoping to identify other instances in which members of the student body may have been replaced by these humanoid creations.

Colgate Student Body Still Haunted by Bottle Pissers

HAMILTON, NY — “Bottles of urine have been found in trash cans on the 1st floor Curtis hallways. This is unacceptable and unhygienic. Students should be utilizing the rest- rooms within their communities.”

The above quote by Ciccone Commons leader Yur Inn sums up the sentiments of The Monthly Rag as a flood of reports have rained in. What started as a local Curtis phenomena has now turned the entire Colgate campus into an abyss of piss.

“I remember the good old days when people had the decency to pee out their window” reminisced local Senior Oreen Ar as she disgustedly stared at the bottle of urine by the front door of Gate House.

An investigation was taken to determine just who, or what, is producing all this urine. Investigators were concerned with the fact that there were ten new 16.9 oz urine bottles found between March 4th and 5th. That would equate to 169 ounces or about 1.3 gallons of urine.

“Either one person is a pee making factory and was able to casually stroll around with a gallon of urine unnoticed or we’re dealing with a group of misfits. We suspect this is a fraternity doing a midterm hazing to weed out some of the less radical members” Speculated Campus Safety Officer Veer Tsa.

When asked for a response all of the fraternity leaders banded together for once to draft the following response: “Ew, gross.”

One of the more fortunate leads however came in yesterday as a freshman, who has asked to be referred to as a POS (Pissed Off Student) for anonymity, came forth with his shocking experience.

“Look I know everyone thinks it’s me because I sometimes ricochet my piss at Phi Delt but that’s different! There is no art in just pissing in a bottle and even less in just letting it idle in a common room. But despite all these inconsistencies I got this letter outside my dorm.” Exclaimed the POS as he dug extra long in his pants pocket to retrieve the letter. The contents read:

“You have been pissing a certain someone off and now yuo [sic] will be pissed on as well (no homo not that there’s anything wrong with that). Upload a confession of your sins by Friday night or Colgate’s official color will become yellow. Share this letter if you please, it will not do you any good. -ICUP”

Despite the threat, the POS puffed his chest up for the golden shower of ruin that may befall him, refusing to answer any questions regarding the ‘sins’ the letter mentioned. Only time will tell of just who, or what, is responsible for pissing off the populace.

Commons Program Events Overtakes Greeklife in Popularity

HAMILTON, NY — As Colgate University celebrates its bicentennial and looks forward to the next two hundred years, fraternities across campus mourn the loss of their social relevance as students opt to participate in the Commons program instead of joining Greek Letter Organizations.

“We have never had an issue getting guys to come to our Super Bowl event,” said senior Jack White of Phi Tau, “but this year Dart Colegrove Commons was hosting a meditation session at the same time and everyone was there instead.”

White is not the only Colgate student confused by the emergence of the Commons as a social outlet. Sophomore David Rossman voiced his concerns with the Commons program to the Rag, saying, “I’m in charge of pledges for my fraternity, and if things keep going this way, we are not going to get enough guys.” Rossman has repeatedly reached out to first-years to invite them to rush events, but has found himself turned down in favor of bubble tea and face masks with Brown Commons. “It has gotten to the point where I check Colgate’s campus calendar to make sure the Commons aren’t hosting anything before I plan a rush event,” said Rossman.

Colgate’s long tradition of Greek life has been dominant on campus for decades. However, many first-year students are choosing to forgo rush in favor of the Commons program. “The Commons offers me every social opportunity I need on campus,” said first-year Trevor Sanders. “I would much rather paint pottery and watch a movie than play pong in some dirty basement.”

The Colgate administration is excited by the success of the Commons among first-year students. “It doesn’t surprise me, really,” said Dean McLoughlin, “I knew that if students just took a chance on trivia and baking, they would fall in love with the Commons program and the opportunities it provides.”

While first-years and the administration bask in the triumph of the Commons program, members of fraternities are left to wonder what this will mean for their social standing on campus. “I guess we took it for granted that guys would want to rush every year,” said junior Charlie Collins. “At least every other frat is in the same boat.”

In a moment of historic transition on Colgate’s campus, the past 200 years are being put to rest as Greek life moves from the epicenter of the social scene to just a distant memory. And in the place once held by sweaty bodies and Keystone, comes friendship bracelets and hot chocolate sponsored by the Colgate administration.

Weird and Mediocre Publication Celebrates a Decade of… this?

HAMILTON, NY — The aptly named “Monthly Rag” celebrated a full decade of serving the Colgate community as deforestation material and drunk toilet paper. From its humble beginnings being stapled to the billboards in the library to its humbler modernity being read by you for some incomprehensible reason, the Rag has been shitting on Colgate for ten years now and everyone is slightly worse off for it.

Originally, the Monthly Rag was named because it was printed on the torn, stolen clothing of unsuspected students who Rag reporters, then called “Raggers”, ambushed and knocked unconscious in the Donovan’s parking lot. The first three years of the Rag’s history were marked by the Rag-Colgate war, which ended in a peace treaty wherein the Student Government Association agreed to give the Rag a yearly stipend of $10 to purchase a box of crayons and a notebook. The first four editions of the Rag were crudely drawn over the pages of that single notebook and passed around one-by-one in the Coop until an intrepid editor-in-chief managed to steal a printer from the Maroon News, which is still being used to date. But even though the magazine was no longer printed out on rags, it was still a rag at heart, and the content has never improved from the days of the Raggers and likely never will.

“Why are we still funding that piece of shit?” daid Student Government Representative Nathan Yudopolis upon being told of the Rag’s tenth anniversary. “All they do is whine about cooler people and make up stories about Beta. Didn’t they run a piece last month calling us do-nothing assholes?” After these statements, Nathan noticed the nearby Rag reporter, who was promptly pointed out and choked out by four SGA members who reportedly shouted “CAN’T HIDE BEHIND YOUR SATIRE NOW, RAG BOY” to the unconscious Rag reporter. Further reports will come as the situation develops, although the Monthly Rag is already reassembling a team of Raggers to secure a steady supply of printing material for the inevitable defunding that will be announced with the next budget proposal.