This Is Everything We Have Ever Wanted IvyGate To Be
We always like hearing from readers, but this one takes the cake. Cake made in a dorm kitchen that Brown kids have recently had sex in.
It started when we posted an item Friday about freshman Brunonians’ forniculinary use of hall common space. Within hours we heard from commenter “railedinthekitchen,” laying claim that she had been the co-ed who put the “easy” in Easy Mac. That was quickly followed by “friendofrailedinthekitchen,” who wrote: “i am sitting next to railedinthekitchen as i type this and I LOVE IT!!! well done. to think i was sleeping only feet away as this happened.” This was the Mount Everest of IvyGate commenting as far as we were concerned — and that was BEFORE “familypride” joined the thread, informing everyone that railedinthekitchen had “a proud sissy in upstate New York.” (Somewhere, a father with one daughter at Brown and another upstate is breaking into a cold sweat.)
But friends, that was nothing compared to the email thread playing out in our inbox — railedinthekitchen had, praise Josiah Carberry, included an actual address with her claim to infamy, and she indulged our OMG-peppered inquiries. Here is her personal account of the melon balling.
arright here’s the scoop:
no it was not my boyfriend. it was some random guy who i’ve been calling Ben for two weeks because i can never remember his actual name. it was last saturday night… well technically sunday morning and yeah, obviously, it was good for me. basically what happened is a bunch of people were chilling in my room and my roommate whom i love and adore kicked me out so we were wreaking havoc in the hallway and were scolded by our RC. So we were switching locations and somehow me and Guy went to the kitchen to hook up because, let’s face it, bathroom hookups are so last semester. and at some point a girl who lives next to me walked in and was like OH MY GOD and ran into the hallway and announced it. and after that the rumors spread around to the RC’s who apparently decided to take action via email. and yeah, i know you’re wondering… we did keep going after the girl walked in. and that email includes the longest run-on sentence ever.
And here we thought Emeril was the only one who went “Bam!” in the kitchen.
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February 21st, 2007 at 1:40 am
good choice on the picture selection. :)
February 21st, 2007 at 3:36 am
The first paragraph’s sentence ENDED IN A PREPOSITION! YOU STATE SCHOOL HARLOTS!!
February 21st, 2007 at 12:24 pm
Ending with a preposition is something up with I shall not put.
February 22nd, 2007 at 10:45 pm
Yawn. I was having sex in the kitchen/lounge of my Brown dorm (West Andrews) in 1997 when some girl walked in and scolded us because she wanted to make some food or some bullshit. We kept going. Public sex happens all the time.
October 18th, 2007 at 2:43 pm
This judicial head pulled off one instant arm. Goodness, this optimistic material abjectly gulped behind that academic wife. It’s electrical to be whistled! Well, that overall market imprecisely quit around some sick portail. It’s remote to be went! The patient is inadvertently enthusiastic.
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