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Tonight’s been a fucking shit show. After #35 pregaming at your spot for like six hours watching College basketball and complaining about how it's taking forever for the next season of #27 Eastbound and Down to come out, you and your bros are about to #8 roll out to the bars. Just before you walk out the door, you realize that it was going to be a sloppy night. You just took like 10 shots in a fucking row, and the concept of having thoughts was starting to leave your mind. You told that girl from Econ class with the big cans to meet you at the bar, and if you want to bang her you’re going to have to keep it together. As you and your bros stumble to the bars, you sift through the numbers in your phone to finally find #28 “Econ Slut.” You text her, “Hey – can’t wait to hang out tonight!” Foundation fucking laid. She immediately texts back and says she’ll be there in like a hour – thank God – one less hour of wasting time talking to her before Pound Town. You finally get to the bar and while the bro-hater bouncer tries to say “you’re too drunk to come in, blah blah blah, last time you were here you tried to steal the fountain soda machine, blah blah blah,” you just remind him that #14 your father could have him fired tomorrow. Scared as shit because you’re the fucking man, he finally lets you in. After entering, one of your bros has a great idea: shot contest. It doesn’t get much better than proving your manhood by drinking as many fucking shots as possible. After throwing back like five you tap out. Time to put on the charm. You turn to your boy to tell him that your slut is coming soon, but he just shakes his head at you, “What did you say?” You repeat yourself but this dumb-fuck obviously doesn’t understand English. You tell him he’s a fucking terrorist, but he just shakes his head and says, “You’re wasted man.”

Oh fuck – you’ve drank yourself into the dreaded Helen Keller alcohol coma. You can see everything going on around you but your brain has decided to call it a night. As you scream out incoherent words like you’re Mr. Holland’s son, you see her walk in. Wearing the top she probably spent an hour deciding on wearing so she could send the perfect message of “I’m only a slut for you,” you try to put yourself together. As you approach her things go black. The next morning you wake up amazed to actually be in your own bed.

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If you’ve ever visited a college laundry room, descended into those cavernous, poorly lit and inadequately ventilated lairs (why are they always in the basement?), then you’ve seen the haggard desperation in people’s eyes as they bungle through their detested chores. Separating lights from darks, color-safe bleach, quarters, softener, solitary socks forgotten in hasty retreats. It’s no surprise that many students would be willing to trade a little sex for help with the tediousness of laundry.

According to CNN, a recent study of 475 undergraduates at the University of Michigan found that “27 percent of the men and 14 percent of the women who weren’t in a committed relationship had offered someone favors or gifts — help prepping for a test, laundry washing, tickets to a college football game — in exchange for sex.”

College can be pretty stressful, and the prospect of getting a favor AND getting some action sounds like quite the bargain, except for that whole, selling your body part. But don’t mistake those bright college years with pleasure rife as the only place where people are making these sexy trades. People use these tactics at work, at home with their significant others, and quite often, at home with non-significant others, as CNN can attest:

“Ben Corbett, a 39-year-old contractor from Boulder, Colorado, credits his tool belt with prompting the barrage of come-ons he fields from female clients — most of them married — on a regular basis.” CNN: Bartering Sex for Stuff or Services

What loathsome task, desirable gift, or opportunity would you be willing to trade in exchange for sex? I don’t know if I have an answer, but that tool belt sounds like a good idea right about now.

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Our friend over at Don Chavez has gathered some information and photos that the New England Cheerleaders head down to Punta Cana every year for a little fun in the sun.  He was able to share some of those photos with us.  If you like what you see below then please visit his site for more Donchavez.com

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In recent weeks TMZ has been questioning Angelina from Jersey Shore about a sex tape.  Well here at Oncampusdrama we have come across some photos that might prove the rumors true.  The photos we are about to disclose are Angelina and a famous MC Johnny Shine looking very sexual with each other in public at a nightclub in Long Island.  The truth will come out soon if these two are just as close or closer in the bedroom with a camera rolling....

Angelina and Johnny Kissing

Johnny licking sweet Angelina

Johnny giving his famous hickey

MC Johnny Shine all smiles