Elderly Folks Dominate Gym Scene

HAMILTON, NY — You know the smell. You know the look of the saggy breasts. The elderly have taken over the gym (albeit early in the day when all the students are still hungover), and they definitely don’t wipe their salty old people juice off the stationary bike seats. Since senior citizens have begun making use of Trudy Fitness Center before any youths are awake, students have reported a substantial lack in #gainz.

Our journalists immediately went down to the Shaw Wellness Center and spoke with the leading authority in the study of gains, Dr. Swole. “Each fitness machine has a specified amount of gains that it can release in a certain period of time. We call this the ‘gains threshold.’ If a machine or dumbbell is used too often in a day, and the threshold is passed, no more gains will be applied to the weightlifter,” says Swole.

“This in unbelievable,” states local gym rat, Thad Brockerson. “And I thought my only-creatine diet wasn’t working, but in reality, it’s these geriatric fucks.” Thad isn’t alone in his struggle to get big, many other pre-workout addicted jackasses aren’t getting as big as they once did. “I really pride myself on having arms the size of thighs, but lately they’ve started to become regular-arm sized. It’s hurting my game with the ladies, to be honest,” Chad Dickerson told the Rag. Sucks to suck, Chad.

When the wrinkly ass dementia patients fill up the gym, they also fill up the locker room. “This gray old dude was just walking around and hangin’ some serious dong. No cares in the world. Straight birthday suit,” says one frightened gym-goer. Towels must have been invented after they were born. Another student that we interviewed commented on one of the old folks cleaning up after himself: “He was literally bent over the bench blow-drying his swampy chode and just casually discussing the horse race that happened last weekend with some other guy.”

The reality of this situation presents a rare predicament for the frat stars of campus. For years they’ve lived happily in a cycle of consume your body weight in beer, pass out until noon, vegetate for another four hours, then hit Trudy Fitness Center to work it all off. It seems they’ve reached an impasse; they must choose between waking up early to workout or becoming sacks of fat that are 60 percent booze.

Rag Investigates Legendary DKE Chapel

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HAMILTON, NY — The DKE chapel has long been one of the most mysterious places around campus, right up there with the creepy house next to Tach and the strange trap door basement in the Jug. Some Monthly Rag writers, determined to get to the bottom of what this building is still used for, put together a team worth of an art heist in order to break into the house. Upon entering, the team was hit by a nasty stench that smelled like a combination of rotting flesh and cocaine. Careful to not leave a trace of their presence, the team quickly investigated and recorded the contents of the chapel before getting back out again. This is a condensed record of the items that they found.

In the main hall, writers discovered the remains of past debauchery. Broken furniture, empty bottles of expensive alcohol, and random other trash littered the floors. A tarnished chandelier hung from the ceiling, showing the grandeur that this place must have once had. The back wall, above a collection of animal heads and other strange paraphernalia, bore the DKE crest. Not too impressed with their findings, the group moved on to the next room.

The back room appeared to be a cozy library, with a few overstuffed armchairs and several bookcases. Oddly, though, the team found some items in a corner that seemed like they would be more appropriate in a sorority house. These items included baskets with gifts in them, pledge paddles decorated with the house’s letters and cute messages about father-son bonding, and even a few old t-shirts with the words “best dad” and “best son” printed on them.

Next, the group ventured to the basement in hopes of finding items more typical of DKE’s reputation. The smell that they first noticed upon entering the house only intensified as they descended. After opening a closet door at the bottom of the stairs, they found what appeared to be a decaying animal carcass, likely part of some old sacrifice ritual to the idols of DKE. Further in, they found what they had been hoping for all along: branding equipment in the shape of delta, ready to burn into the shoulders of pledges. Then, at the very back of the room, they found a safe that our expert code breaker was able to hack into. Inside was everything a DKE kid could ever need: kilos of cocaine, bags of xans, and stack of hundred dollar bills.

Finally satisfied with their findings, the group ripped a few lines of antique coke to celebrate before sneaking back out of the building. No matter how well secrets are hidden, the advanced journalist team of the Rag will discover the truth.

Local Entrepreneur John Jug Charged with DUI

HAMILTON, NY — The Colgate community was rocked last weekend when local business owner, John Jug, was arrested for a DUI. Jug was allegedly spotted by the Hamilton Police going 95 miles per hour down Broad Street when he was pulled over.

“We have low standards for traffic control,” said Officer Sam Jenkins of the Hamilton PD, “but this seemed reckless even to us.” According to Jenkins, the officer to make the arrest, Jug was unapologetic about his actions. “He was holding a clear plastic cup in one hand when I asked for his license and registration,” said Jenkins. “And he wouldn’t even hand them over until he got a selfie with me first.”

Jenkins confirmed that Jug was taken to the Hamilton Police Station but was released later that night on $500 bail, which was paid solely in $10 bills. This was the first official arrest for the Hamilton Police Department this year. It was reported that they considered celebrating at The Jug, then decided that would be inappropriate.

John Jug is well-known in the Hamilton community and students were shocked and concerned to hear about Jug’s run in with the law. Many claimed to have followed the events on Snapchat and expressed hope that the legal matters would settle without too much trouble.

Some students were especially rattled by Jug’s arrest. Freshman Max Jankowski was heard asking in Frank, “Does this mean the Jug is closed? Where are freshmen guys supposed to go this weekend?”

Luckily for Jankowski and his fellow freshmen, a statement was released via John Jug’s Snapchat story insisting that students come blackout at The Jug @ 11 as per usual. It is rumored that The Jug may even waive entrance fees in celebration of John Jug’s release, but this could not be confirmed.

Certain Colgate students have taken John Jug’s arrest as their personal call to action in the community. A GoFundMe has been set up to help Jug take care of legal fees and #freejug has been seen circulating social media. Some students have complained that there are more pressing issues that Colgate faces, but those who are behind the GoFundMe are defensive.

“After all John Jug has done for this community, this is the least we can do,” said junior Emily Bright. “I saw my chance to make a difference on this campus and I took it.”

The impact of John Jug’s DUI arrest on the Colgate community is undeniable. It has been the most closely followed case in the history of Hamilton. But through the drama and scrutiny, Colgate students remain optimistic that at least one good thing will come of Jug’s arrest: the next Jug night is guaranteed to be lit.

Geese on Whitnall Target Rich Assholes in Canada Goose Jackets, Study Shows

HAMILTON, NY — The period of hell referred to within the scientific community as winter has arrived, bringing with it the inevitable arrival of holiday cheer, seasonal depression, and, everyone’s favorite, geese. As these migratory murderers adorn our campus with their Blitzkrieg patterns in the skies and their excessive shit in the fields, many members of the Colgate community walk Willow Path with a wary eye. For the socioeconomic one percent (and Colgate’s 99%), bigotry from all angles is inevitable when they decide to don their winter apparel. Not only are wearers of Canada Goose jackets being attacked by vegans and SJWs, but now, they also duke it out with the geese themselves.

“Did you know that geese have three fucking sets of teeth? That’s something I didn’t need to know. Ever.” Goose-attack survivor Todd Toddson was more than happy to provide this hungover writer with a graphic display of the bite marks imprinted into the plush down of his ridiculously expensive jacket. Plumes of feathers wafted from the tears like new fallen snow or frozen white-boy tears. “I’m not mad about the jacket; I use hundred dollar bills to wipe my ass instead of that cheapass one-ply in Drake. I’m mad that I was assaulted just for how I look. Geese should respect my First Amendment Right to proudly display my exorbitant wealth and apathy for animal rights.” Environmental Science major Quinoa Brookes was the first to notice the geese’s targeting of the white and wealthy. “Initially I was looking to see how global climate change was affecting their migratory patterns,” she explained as we observed the geese doing dumb goose shit from afar, “but then I started to notice that geese are actually total dicks, and then I noticed that they’re even bigger dicks to certain people.” As a personal research project Brookes tested her observations by having members of different racial and socioeconomic groups interact with the birds. “I was shocked when I realized the geese were targeting rich white people, the exact opposite reason they removed those white supremacist swans from campus a few years back.” Brookes suggested that the bird’s keen sense of smell and unquenchable desire for vengeance was what lead them to target wearer’s of their kins corpses. Despite their vulnerability to attack, many students are unwilling to let go of their precious winter coats. While Patagonia may offer eco-friendly apparel of equivalent expense, many consider nothing superior to the plush insulation provided by the feathers of dozens of tortured birds. Stay warm Colgate students – but more importantly, stay safe.

New Year, New Me, New BAC Drinking Game

As 2017 comes to a close, it’s time to look back on what a shit year it’s been and how we can do better. To a certain extent, it’s out of our hands. We can only pray that Vine comes back in 2018, but there are a few things we can work to improve with New Year’s Resolutions. You’re an idiot if you believed that sentence, 2018 will be another clusterfuck in the cycle of your life perpetually falling apart. TIME TO BLACKOUT.

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Materials:

(3) handles of Recipe 21
A chaser of your choice, if you’re a little bitch

Instructions:

– Every time you hear, “new year, new me,” take a pull
– Any mention of new gym routines, take a pull
– Instagram posts about self-improvement, take a pull
– If someone tries to talk to you about their New Year’s

ResolutionsTM, rip (3) shots
– If someone asks you about your resolutions, chug until you’re sobbing uncontrollably

Sex Position: The Ole Peppermint Twist

This position, also known as “Something Funky with a Candy Cane,” is a real crowd pleaser during the holiday season. We recommend beginning preparations at least three days in advance, including hourly stretching, drinking plenty of water, and a few hot yoga sessions. Once you and your partner feel adequately limber, each take separate cold showers with peppermint-scented soaps, followed by peppermint lotions, peppermint-flavored mouthwash, and peppermint perfumes. This step is essential to the success of your love-making; the goal of this position is to feel as if you are fucking a candy cane, and that is impossible to achieve without a suffocating amount of peppermint scents and flavors. Rejoin your partner for the next step; now you begin painting each other in the red and white twisted stripe pattern of a candy cane. After you are both entirely covered in paint, tape candy canes to all of your fingers and give into passion. Following climax, eat the candy canes and pillow-talk about your daddy issues.

ResLife Unveils New Communal Sex Room Policy

HAMILTON, NY — After a record number of complaints from over-privileged kids from the Tri-State Area and their even less mature parents, Colgate’s Office of Residential Life decided last Friday to finally meet the demands of their constituents. Providing the community with the commodity they have been denied for years, ResLife has finally allocated a designated sex room for the student body. Located on the first floor of one of the freshman dorms, this sex room is easily accessible for anyone and everyone wishing to use it. Once an empty single that was left unlocked that residents were using for this purpose anyway, ResLife decided to beat ‘em to the punch and take credit for this great idea, officially dedicating the communal sex room to the freshman class for coining the concept.

A representative from ResLife released a statement saying, “what was once a cozy single is now a sex room that will benefit the Colgate community as a whole. Perfect for any occasion, especially when you’ve sexiled your roommate one too many times and she’s this close to physically fighting you, or simply for those times when the person you want to hook up with is so questionable that you simply can’t risk anyone on your floor seeing them enter or leave your room.” The representative went further to say “we think this room will have a great impact on the community. In a safe-sex promotion campaign, we will be leaving free condoms in the room; however, for kinkier actions users will have to bring their own supplies.”

So far, the room has gotten mixed reviews. Many expressed relief that Colgate has finally become progressive enough to offer such an amenity, while others expressed disgust at the condition of the room. One freshman girl, herself a frequent patron of the communal sex room, complained that “there were so many used condoms lying around that you could barely see the floor, and someone even broke the mattress the other night doing God knows what, now I get back problems from sleeping on it!” Despite her complaints, the freshman girl, who will remain nameless, confirmed that despite the conditions of the room she would continue to use it as often as possible.

Other residents have expressed different concerns. Allegedly, the communal sex room has presented a problem for the students living nearby. Some residents claimed that they could hear “noises” coming from the room on any given night. When asked to elaborate, they replied that they were “too shook to talk about it.” Problems have also arisen when more than one couple finds themselves competing over the room. ResLife has advised these individuals to sort it out amongst themselves using “I don’t know, maybe a rotation or something?” As with anything, progress is always met with backlash and its own set of challenges. Despite the difficulties, the Colgate community has expressed a positive reaction to this new ResLife policy.

Cancelled Pub Nearly Destroys Very Popular Student Publication

HAMILTON, NY — Developmental studies from prestigious universities have statistically shown that positive reinforcement is more effective than punishment. Psychology students from this university have demonstrated that Colgate students thrive in academic extracurriculars when rewarded with booze, and lots of it. Pubs have become such an intrinsic aspect of collegiate clubs and communities that without social binge drinking, many groups have suffered exponential declines in participation. This is one of those groups.

The literally-just-founded Monthly Rag Student Union vehemently protested the absence of inappropriate and underaged partying within this prestigious literary community, following the unwarranted raincheck on the Rag’s first and only pub of the semester. “First of all, it was BYOB,” class scapegoat Diller Mowner explained, while deleting his half-baked article ideas in solidarity. “Like, you expect me to find my own booze? I can barely get into the Jug.” It should be emphasized that Mowner is a member of the Social Sciences Club, originally the Upperclassmen Drinking Club, and therefore has a high expectation of intellectual peers to coerce him into early-onset alcoholism. He was not alone in this counterinsurgency against the satirical hierarchy, but there were a few pricks in the bunch. Freshman plebe Brick Thompson, one of the only two members to send in an article on time, explained his rationality for ignoring the internal revolution, “I mean there was probably wasn’t a “leak” in the editor’s dorm, but like I wouldn’t want me in my dorm either. I was almost banned from Slice’s after what I did to their bath- room on Halloween.” Slices would give no comment about what exactly Brick did to their bathroom on Halloween. The audacity to expect this community of aspiring assholes to find their own alcohol for a pub, and then cancel the pub altogether, is offensive and outrageous. A finals-fueled anxiety unquenched by Keystone is a catalyst for revolution. And yet, by the Grace of God (or the sentient pile of SNL VCR tapes all Rag initiates must relinquish their eternal souls to), this issue has arrived but with only a minor delay. Because despite our lack of deteriorated livers, our minds still burn with the sharpness of Skyy and the eternal hell re of Svedka. Our passion is as eternal as a tequila hangover, and despite the odds we will still continue to dispense angsty bullshit until we are too large a liability to be funded by the university. Unlike the Maroon News, we have standards.

Students Say Commons are Weird and Stupid

HAMILTON, NY — “Fuck the Commons,” exclaimed Jake Keystone during his interview with the Rag, expelling rage at the mere existence of such a needlessly complicated and—for the lack of better phrase—fucking stupid system. “Tbe only thing that the Commons do right is that they let us into other buildings and give us free food.”

Such statements were repeated by multiple students who willingly approached the Rag to talk about issues with the wannabe Harry Potter House System which, most of the time, doesn’t even make sense. Another student complained, “Why the fuck are East and West not in the same Commons? What about Andrews and Stillman? Who gives a shit about Social Houses when they’re at the bottom of the fucking hill, and I’m all the way at the top? What’s even in the Social Houses? Is it booze? Pong? Or is it some more lame-ass elderly dogs that only pay attention to you if you give them the shitty Oliveri’s that the Commons provides? I don’t even know who’s in charge of our Commons. Like, they want to make a point of [the Commons System] being there, but they don’t do…Anything!”

According to many supporters of the Commons Program, the forceful confinement of everyone who accidentally showed up to an event allowed them to bond with those around them who also felt, “Hey, this shit sucks. Let’s be friends.” For others, it allowed them to find out who in their building was weird, helping them gauge who to avoid. A few First-Year drug dealers wised up and took advantage of these awkward social occasions as networking events, allowing them to build up their client portfolios.

Ironic, however, is the forced separation of students due to the system placed in the name of community. According to Kelly Gorgonzola, “The Commons check your Colgate ID and run your name down a list. If your name isn’t on the list, you sometimes just don’t get to participate in the event, which is kind of weird when they only have, like, four people from the Commons show up who get to eat trays upon trays of ketchup-topped cardboard.”

The consensus: Commons pretty much do nothing but provide food and sanctuary from Campo in the form of disruptive coloration, as everyone is forced to wear those disgustingly-bright shirts and look like one big, happy, inbred family.

Student Surveys and Testimony Indicate Mascot Might be Demon

HAMILTON, NY — With the bicentennial approaching, Colgate is asking for student feedback about campus culture and issues that need to be addressed. A recent survey found that an overwhelming 89% of students believe that the most pressing problem Colgate faces is none other than its mascot. The Colgate administration was alarmed by these results, releasing a statement saying, “The Raider is the heart and soul of Colgate. We are shocked and saddened by the lack of acceptance on this campus.”

However, the outcome of the survey did not come as a surprise to students. Freshman Jeremy Scott explained, “My friend from high school also got into Colgate. We were going to room together, but one day Colgate posted a photo of the Raider on their Facebook page and the next day, my friend changed his mind. I had already put down my deposit, so here I am.”

Caroline Winter, a senior, also expressed concern with the Raider. She recounted this incident from her sophomore year: “I wasn’t feeling well so I left Tach early and walked home alone. On the corner of Kendrick and Broad, I saw something. I still don’t know if it was real, but I swear I saw the Raider peeking out from behind the Colgate sign. That was the closest I have ever gotten to pressing the Blue Light.”

But perhaps the most chilling story came from another senior, Jack Carmichael, who agreed to meet with The Rag in a secret location. Despite the fact that Carmichael is a solidly built, 6’3”, ex-football player, he inched at the softest sounds and would only sit with his back against the wall. Carmichael shared a story from last spring, when he was studying abroad in Copenhagen. “I left dinner with friends and went back to my apartment. When I got there, the door was ajar. I went in but was very cautious, in case someone else was also inside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I went into my bedroom. The number 13 had been spray painted onto my wall and a single red stringy hair was on my pillow. I didn’t sleep for weeks after that.”

It still remains unknown whether or not Colgate will implement any changes based on student feedback. But as long as the Raider remains on campus, Colgate students will continue living in fear.