If Disney Princesses Went to Your High School!

I recently became a teacher at a high school and this seems to fit perfectly. Well done College Humor.

If Disney Princesses Went to Your High School

If Disney Princesses Went to Your High School

If Disney Princesses Went to Your High School

If Disney Princesses Went to Your High School

If Disney Princesses Went to Your High School

If Disney Princesses Went to Your High School

If Disney Princesses Went to Your High School


Is Math Real??

So, does math exist?! This video presents two ideas…one, that the concept of Math exists on its own in the universe and we discover it and its functions like species on this planet and the other is that we humans have created Math and use it as a metaphor, a story, to describe other things…check out this crazy video. What do you think?!

Is Math a Feature of the Universe or a Feature of Human Creation?


Welcome to the Real World, Kid…

hilarious photos 9 Best photos of the week (80 Photos)

Congrats on graduating…good luck finding a job. Just keep borrowing like Baelish and you might just have a chance to sit on the Iron Throne someday…

“SUUUUUPERBOWL!!!”: A Top 5 Football Memory!

If something like this happens, the Packers will win. If not, get ready for another 200 yard day.

Back in 2005, I was starting college for the first time. I had moved into a dorm room and was finally free of all the things high schoolers are ready to be free of. One of the things I remember was waking up and watching football all Sunday long and not worrying about doing anything else.

I had a friend, Matt, who lived right down the road who would watch games with us. Matt was older and had his own house with his own assortment of wild roommates. However, one day at Matt’s house, we were invited to go to another house…A house that was way out on Woodland Street (all of 3 blocks away, but it felt really far in the Wisconsin winter). It was a house occupied by much older siblings of people that went to my high school. These were the wild, sports loving, impulsive, in your face and loud type of sports fans. Led by Tyler, the older brother of a high school buddy of mine, the people at this house loved their teams probably more than they ever loved a woman…and that might not be hyperbole.

Matt, weary to head over there, told me a story of something that happened last year. The day was September 13th, 2004. The Packers opened the season against the Carolina Panthers, who had just went to the Super Bowl and lost against the Patriots of New England. For non-sports fans, this was the year Janet Jackson showed her boob on TV. The Panthers of course were projected to be really really good. But the Packers came out and smoked them 24-14 on the road. As Matt was sitting there watching the game with the guys from Woodland, they worked themselves up in such a frenzy that they stormed outside grabbing all the dishes they could and smashed them in the street yelling “SUUUUUUPERBOWL!!!” After smashing their dishes, they returned inside to continue drinking beer.

The Packers, of course, would not make the Superbowl that year. They lost the next four in a row but still managed to win the division. They then lost to the Vikings in the Wild Card Round in Lambeau (God, I hope history does repeat itself) in the game famously known for Randy Moss mooning the crowd.

So, back in 2005, during perhaps the Packers worst season to memory, I couldn’t convince Matt to head over there to watch a game. If you can imagine what they were like when their team was good, imagine what they were like when their team was on their way to a 5 win season…But, to this day, the dish smashing and yelling of “Superbowl” remains the pinnacle of impulsive sports stories for my friends and me. I always said that if my team won the Superbowl, I would actually go and smash all my plates and I will take pictures and record it and everything.

However, perhaps the best news for my dishes, is that I am a Vikings fan and will probably never see that happen…

The Vikings play the Packers in Lambeau Field tomorrow night in the Wild Card Round. What are your predictions for the game?

Six Steps to Surviving a Public Shart Attack!

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We have all been there before. Here is a wonderful article written by . This way, you will know EXACTLY what to do…

It’s 2:00 pm. During lunch you ate that enchilada a tad fast and, right now, you’re sitting at your cubicle feeling the buttons of your khaki pants pinch into your gut. You’re thinking that maybe tooting the ol’ poop cannon could alleviate some of the bloat. So you subtly lift a butt cheek to release the valve and then maybe, just maybe, the innocent gas bubble you released came with a friend whom you don’t recognize because she’s been digested all to shit (ha!) and isn’t nearly as attractive as when you first met her.

You feel the cold icy dagger of panic shoot through your spine as you realize that, unbeknownst to you, your poop cannon was loaded. In layman’s terms; you crapped your pants. In public! Don’t just stew in your own snail trail, wondering what to do next, here are some handy tips on how to save yourself from further embarrassment when you become the victim of a shart attack!

1. Find the Closest Bathroom


You need to assess and contain the damage quickly and to do that you need to get to a bathroom. It’s imperative that you find the one that’s closest to you so you can lessen the chance of possibly bumping into anybody. The last thing you need is someone corralling you into a conversation and having the added pressure of thinking up an excuse to get out of there before they wonder about that awful smell that’s making their eyes water.

2. Cover Your Smell


Speaking of smell, your ass is emitting a pungent, landfill like odor which will most certainly get people’s attention and attention is the last thing you want. You need to try and mask your unfortunate stank with some type of air freshener. It could be your cologne, a candle or, if you’re really desperate, get some gum, chew it up and hope blowing the minty freshness into the air is enough to cover your stench.

If you don’t have any of these things (and honestly, that gum tip is something we totally just made up with no proper research, so we can’t fully stand behind it), your best bet is speed. Walk at a brisk pace to the bathroom, gather some momentum and try to get the air “moving” around you. At best, by the time they smell you, you’ll be long gone.

3. Cover Your Ass!


Since you can’t be sure if you have a visible racing stripe on the seat of your pants, you’ll have to play it safe and make sure your butt gets zero face time with anyone. If you have a jacket handy, don’t do the obvious and tie it around your waist. Not only will you look like a douche with a capital bag, but since not a lot of people over 9-years-old tie their jacket around their waist, you’ll also draw unnecessary attention to your unfortunate predicament.

Try to walk near a wall to shield one part of your ass and then casually carry your jacket by the butt loaf half that’s in view. Your jacket won’t cover your entire backside but it will cast shadows and provide a visual diversion as you head to the bathroom.

4. Check Your Walk


Before you head to the bathroom, one must clench one’s butt cheeks because clearly your bottom half can’t be trusted to know the difference between letting go of a fart and letting go of some bowel candies. Find a way to walk with your butt cheeks clenched together in a way that’s not going to make you look like a penguin because again, getting to the bathroom like a stealth ninja is the goal.

So, just in case there’s more beans in your burrito, clench your crack canoe and seal that pipe nice and tight before heading to the bathroom. Another blowout will literally just make your bad situation even shittier.

5. Say Bye Bye to Mr. Boxers


You’ve made it to the bathroom and now it’s time to review the damage. It’s likely that you’ll have to say goodbye to the real victim in this entire situation; your underwear. Your poor, unsuspecting underwear were merely doing their job before being pied in the face with your keester cake. Try not to look at it directly; you want to remember your underwear when it was at its best; innocent and fresh out of the package, instead of at its worst; violated and dirty from the meteors of Uranus.

Wrap your briefs up in toilet paper, paper towels or even those toilet bowl liners and bid then adieu (A-DOO! Get it?).

If you got a little bit of shitlets on your pants, you need to spot clean very carefully. A little dab of water and hand soap will be just enough to take away the smell and any…um…excess. Hopefully the stain won’t be so massive that you need to use a lot of water and it’ll dry quickly. But if you dumped a major bomb, THIS would be the time to tie that jacket around your waist because desperate times calls for you to cover your butt mud by all means necessary.

6. Clean Your Sad Little Self


Your crapshoot needs to get bitch slapped for getting you into this mess but you probably won’t have time for that. Telling you to wipe your ass goes without saying. We do, however, recommend dampening the toilet paper for a more economical wipe. Wiping your ass with wet TP will not only clean off a lot more than dry TP, but it also cuts down on your toilet paper use, avoiding a heinous crack rash and lessening the chance of you clogging the company toilet.

Understand that a shart attack is more than just a mere accident comparable to tripping in public. Your coping skills after a shart will be judged by either you killing it or it killing you. It can turn into one unfortunate incident that you don’t tell anyone else about or the moment in your life that defined you as a man for the rest of your days. (“Oh yes. Greg, he’ll be great for that Vice President position! Wait. Is this the Greg that shit his pants in front of the whole office?”)

Written By Elaine Chaney who was impressed with herself at how many poop euphemisms she knew off hand. Read more from her at Sanity, Interrupted.

Update: Best Fictional Teacher!

Fictional Teacher of the Year Awards

My sister Katie and I did a top 5 list awhile back for the best fictional teacher. Now, College Humor will let you guys pick your favorite top fictional teachers! You can find the link here to Katie’s list of teachers here.

The college humor link can be found here!

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)