• engineering,  extracurricular,  weirdness

    UofT mythbusters

    When you get off the Queen’s Park subway stop on the north-west
    corner and walk up the path to the med-sciences building there is a yellow hard
    hat bolted to the ground. What is this hat? Why is it there? What does it
    signify? and is there an engineering student bolted beneath it? I have been
    asking around but no one seems to know.
    please help

  • askastudent love/hate,  weirdness

    well, we try

    Can u always keep up with the questions like that.. I mean, it must be like hours of typing.. u should keep a sample answer for each type of question you know..
    Rite.. I think u will do with a bit of help.. I thought the whole college is with you on this site.. what is happening?? just u sitting there answering questions.. it ain’t fair u know.. u are getting all the fun. and pain..
    cheerios

  • weirdness

    how to catch a mouse: strike fear into its heart

    Help, how to get rid of a mouse?
    One installed itself in my room last summer and the landlord refused to do anthing about it because ‘it’s also God’s baby’. So i bought a trap and set it, but this ‘baby’ has managed to eat out everything I put there and NOT get caught!!!!
    I was about to let her live in peace, like the Gospel tells us to, but a few nights ago I was woken up by some strange noises. It was the mouse walking in the papers on my desk and eating my cookies. I have enough of this ‘God’s baby’ and want to get rid of it. How? Do you have a clue?

  • extracurricular,  weirdness

    what about the gum

    aska: to whomever wrote this submission, i believe you are an idiot. i am only putting this up because of my strong journalistic integrity, and because you clearly took some time out of your sad and pathetic life to write it. on with the show…

    I love gum. Anyone who spends time around me knows this to be true. No matter where I am, whether in my home or office or car, I always have at least three or four packs around me. From Big Red to Chiclets, from Trident to Plen-T-Paks of Juicy Fruit, I’m never far from a fresh stick of delicious chewing gum. Yes, I love gum and always have plen-T of it on hand.But, as rich as I am in gum, I’m equally rich in friends and acquaintances who are aware of my gum supply and don’t hesitate to ask for a piece if the need arises. This is usually not a problem: I am a generous man by nature and feel gum should be shared freely among those in need. However, there are times when the line between generosity and exploitation is crossed, and steps must be taken to drive the line-crossers back. I must hold fast to my gum. I admit, I’m partially at fault. I’ve established myself as someone who is extremely charitable with his gum, always holding it aloft and asking if anyone is in need of a piece. Always asking those around me if they too would like a chewy strip seemingly forged in heaven itself. In the face of such temptation, it is only natural for one to be seduced by its minty or fruity allure. I am puzzled what should i do?

  • weirdness

    aka frat boys

    I bet when the Neanderthal kids would make a snowman, someone would always end up saying, “Don’t forget the thick, heavy brows.” Then they would all get embarrassed because they remembered they had the big hunky brows too, and they’d get mad and eat the snowman.