In response to your most recent article on tipping, I got into a discussion with someone who was absolutely sure that the biggest corporate chains couldn't possibly be refusing to make it up to their employees when their tips didn't bring them up to minimum wage, because obviously if that were true a class action…

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The worst excuse a parent can hear?

He's fine now. And yes, we ended up going on a date about 2 months later. He just had a brand new large scar.

A guy I supposed to meet at a work function for a kinda first date just blew me off after we made a plan. What the hell?

"I think she had a bad taco". The excuse my then 13 year old brother gave my mom when I (17 years old) spent all morning throwing up (and not due to the copious amounts of vodka I drank the night before when I was at the "movies").

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Some are named Tippecanoe.

Since according to the article, "[t]hat burn, and many others, comes to us from a tipster who forwarded an email that was sent by a Harvard senior to his dorm's email listserv," it's safe to say the 'socially connected and competitive community' knew about this exchange without the help of deadspin. These are the…

Although tangential to your joke: It's Harvard. They're all fucking named Tyler.

Wow, someone's parents must be wondering why they wasted all that perfectly good cocaine-and-cocktail money on tuition for their whiny passive-aggressive children to send each other bitchy little e-mails on binge drinking etiquette.

Seriously, between this and reading about the party that the New England Patriots ended up going to I'm kind of wondering if my infant son ever got accepted to Harvard I'd be like "ehhh.."

-Remember that time I wrote a poorly-worded and confusing email to you that was just a hair under the length of the Infinite Jest?

-I do, ole chap! I had such a silly haircut back then. Welp, let's bury the hatchet and get back to completely ruining the entire fucking world.

One Harvard bro telling another Harvard bro to "check your damn privilege." Truly, we are living in the End Times.

Ivy leaguers call each other "entitled" is such a hoot.

Reminds me of a joke I like telling Harvard students when I'm near campus:

evidently, you had no party to go to last night, and unfortunately, will have even less in the future.

Come on — they'll both have a good laugh about this at the I-bank in 5 years after they've just closed the big merger that will put 16,000 people out of work....