06 WILDEST CAMPUSES IN AMERICA
If you can read this, you aren't partying hard enough
10 I HAD SEX WITH MY COLLEGE PROFESSOR
A true story, with juicy details
12 THE PERSONAL CHEMISTRY OF LAURA SHIELDS
18 Ashley Dupre REVEALED!
The naked truth about Ashley Dupré and Girls Gone Wild
20 THE DEFINITION OF AN A+ GIRL
A Perfect 10
22 MY BOOBS
An intimate history by Cherry Daniels
24 SLACKING YOUR WAY
through sophomore year
28 HOT CHICKS WITH DOUCHEBAGS
An interview with author Jay Louis
30 IF YOU WANNA GET LAID
Get this shit out of your dormroom!
40 WIN AN $800 SCHECHTER GUITAR
Get all the details
FROM THE EDITOR
These start appearing around mid-July and represent a cold stone bummer to any self-respecting kid who spends most of his class time daydreaming about the school burning to the ground with all of the teachers trapped inside. I understand now that these sales signs were simply a marketing trick used by department stores to create a sense of urgency, but at the time, I resented it. It is unfair and uncool to remind a kid of school in any way until he actually has to climb on the bus and surrender to the experience for real. So it is with some reservation that I label this issue our "Back to School" edition, though I've matured enough to realize that school actually comes with a few benefits. Like schoolgirls. And coeds. During college I lived in an apartment whose bedroom window looked down on the frosted windows of the building next door, and through some of those windows, if they had been left cranked slightly open, it was possible to see people taking showers. The apartment across the way and one story down was occupied by two adorable coeds who showered regularly, meaning that my bedroom window was the most popular hangout spot in town. My male friends would show up at all hours, tossing a six-pack into the fridge as a kind of a toll on their way to the viewing site in the back bedroom. The girls next door were cute and a halt built like cheerleaders, and totally clueless. It never occurred to them that they were showering in full view of a parade of random horny college dudes and I loved them for that. Now, this was wrong. It was voyeurism and probably some sort of invasion of privacy. I do not condone it and I am ashamed for having spent so many hours standing at that window. You should be ashamed yourself if you are even picturing the spectacle of a slender 19-year-old USC student blithely lathering up her tan body and making sure her private parts are squeaky clean. It just isn't right. But enough of all that. It is back to school time, and I hope this semester provides you with your own memories to cherish forever. College. It's not just about video games and beer. A few weeks ago I was invited to attend an event called the "Eye Candy Expo"at the Los Angeles Convention Center. For $35, they promised, one could "meet beautiful bikini, commercial, tradeshow and fashion models!" and buy autographed photos of same. I decided to stop by to see if the scene was worth sending our contributor Jay Rush to cover it for the magazine. It wasn't. When I arrived on a Friday night, the hall was mostly empty. The handful of girls who had actually rented booths hoping to get rich signing photos were only marginally attractive and none had any more charm than parking enforcement officer. I tried to cheer some of them up by flirting with them, but when I refused to pay five bucks for a photograph, most of them turned off to me and stared down the aisle hoping to spot the next sucker. They were only in it for the money. This led me to reflect on something we hear fairly often around the office. Haters like to shake their heads and scoff at the idea that girls who appear before the Girls Gone Wild cameras do it "for nothing more than a T-shirt." But the girls don't do it for a T-shirt. They do it because it's fun. It makes them feel good and allows them to bask in some very positive attention for a few moments. They aren't in it for the money. Every hUmma-porn-star">Uman being with a heartbeat enjoys the sight of an attractive woman's body. Lucky for us, many young women understand this fundamental axiom and are happy to share what God gave them as a contribution the greater welfare of the family of man. Especially young men. God bless Girls Gone Wild.
