Cut Throat Bunny Ears


Hey Playboy, are your bunny ears looking worn out? Not standing just right? Or flat out looks replusing? Well I got a solution for you! Not only will it bring your ears back to life but you’ll also be able to use it for self defense. 

Step 1. Lay out your bunny ears on some parchment. You know, the same way you get laid out every night.

Step 2. With the color of your choice, dip each ear in resin and place it back on the parchment. Don’t be shy and add some glitter to spice it up. Let it sit overnight to harden, just like you make other things harden. If you catch my drift.

Step 3. Once it's fully hard, use sandpaper to sharpen the tips of the ears. Once it’s sharpened to your desire, buff it out and polish it. 

And Voilà, you got new and improved bunny ears. Now if someone tries to mess with you, take those ears off and get to stabbing. Remember to use just the tip. Cause no way in hell you’ll let someone fuck with you, when you have those sexy ass bunny ears on.

Local Furries open up opportunities for the Sexually Deviant

In revolting local developments I have recently learned that the Liberal agenda has finally reached our chaste and righteous society of Hempstead. I recently came across a series of flyers in and around the campus of Hofstra University advertising the need for a third sexual partner to enter the sacred marriage between two employees at the university, Kate and Willie Pride as well as  detailing the depths to which their coital transgressions. I was even more appalled when I discovered that not only are these unholy deviants employees of educational institutions but in fact represent the school at each and every sporting event, often interacting with children and serving as the primary vector of their experience at each and every sporting event! Do you really want your children to run up and embrace a couple who last Tuesday from 1:00am to 1:00pm engaged in “wax play” and who are self proclaimed “switches.”

At first I began to sympathize with these poor souls as due to their abnormal appearances I assumed that they had to be afflicted by some horrible mental affliction that influenced their disturbing behavior. However to my horror and through conversations with my wonderful son Cooper I have now learned that the liberal agenda has caused our children to develop a social media trend known as being a “furry” I am now concerned that the students and families of Hofstra University are being slowly turned into sexually crazed Animorphs bent on destroying our beautiful community.


Hofstra's Hottest Spots

As everyone on a college campus knows, the number one thing students are asking is “where can I have sex?” Whether your roommate never leaves your dorm, or you’re just looking for something different, I’ve assembled this list of Hofstra’s best spots to show your partner how much you love them. To help ensure new students make the best choice, I hope this list can be presented in the admissions office. 

  1. Hofstra Hall. The former bedroom of William and Kate Hofstra provides for a thrilling love sesh. The creaky floors, the peeling wallpaper, and the dusty furniture creates an eerie atmosphere. It’s so scary that your partner will be begging to embrace you. And if you’re interested in a threesome, I’ve heard the ghost of Kate Hofstra is willing to jump in. 

  2. RSR Booth. From 9am to 5pm you’ve got it all to yourself. With ample desk space, a rolly chair, and the illusion of power, you’ve got yourself the spot. Just don’t forget to cock out. 

  3. My Ex’s Dorm. Now this may just be a personal favorite, but every student is all too familiar with the post-breakup feelings of a Friday night. After you’ve run out of swipes on Tinder you know who to call. It’s familiar and less fun than you remember, but it's better than nothing. Downsides may include feelings of regret, shame, anger, and self-hate that somehow only last until next weekend. 

  4. Couches Behind Brooklyn Slice: You know em, you love em. Inhale the mediocre pizza and feel the heat of more than just pizza ovens. There's not a lot of space so your activities may be limited, but the comfy cushions and views of the brooklyn bridge make up for it. 

  5. Student Counseling Services. After a late night bite at HofUSA, student counseling services offers the perfect spot to burn off your brownie sundae. When you’ve finished, hang out til the morning to deal with the issues that led you this far into the article.  

  6. “Sims” Statue, Pride Park. If you’re a fan of the Sims, these diamond statues are a perfect place to Woohoo. When you've finished, bond with your partner about your gaming interests.

  7. Bird Sanctuary. Just behind the Student Center, return to nature at the Hofstra bird sanctuary. Warning, the birds do peck. 

Avoid: Club Office. Quiet rooms, locked doors, controllable lights… Where's the fun in that? At Hofstra we offer only the most exciting displays of affection. Let's not keep that hidden.


Sold To Hugh Hefner By Snuffylov8r2002

Author’s note: 

Hey guys, sorry I haven’t updated my Wattpad in a while. I got grounded, because my mom caught me drawing NSFW art of me and Snuffy on my iPad. Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter! 

I wake up, my ocean blue eyes opening, as my awful mom yells at me to wake up and get downstairs. I get out of bed and get dressed, deciding to wear my favorite hoodie with Snuffy on it. He was my biggest celebrity crush. I throw my long, cascading, blonde hair up into a messy bun. I put on a little bit of mascara, not needing much makeup because I am beautiful, no flaws whatsoever, and I’m not like other girls. Boys hate girls who wear too much makeup. I go downstairs and find my terrible, ugly mother at the kitchen table. She’s smoking a cigarette in this house like the trashy, trailer park skank she is. 

“Come here, you degenerate brat! you’re twenty years old today and you still haven’t gotten a job and moved out…” 

I had completely forgotten that it was my birthday. 

“So, I did what needed to be done.” 

The doorbell rings. 

“Go answer it. Consider it the first and last birthday present you’ll ever get from me.” I glare at her and go to the door. I open it and there are two, kind of scary-looking guys, dressed in suits with sunglasses on. “What the hell is going on?” I think to myself. Was this the intro to some extremely cheesy porno that would air on Cinemax at 2:30 in the morning? I mean, if it was, I wouldn't have cared, I haven’t gotten laid in months, and God knows, I need dick. “Come with us, miss.” one of the secret service-looking guys says. 

The other one pushes past me and walks over to my mom. He hands her a thick envelope, she immediately opens it and it’s a shitload of cash. Was she….selling me? I had to give it to her, it was a pretty ballsy move. Now, I had to weigh my options here, would I go with these strangers, who could be traffickers, or stay here with my bitch of a mother….Going with the possible traffickers was the best idea. I head out of the door without even looking back. They lead me down the front steps to their SUV, a Cadillac Escalade, pretty nice for possible traffickers (hell, what did I know what kind of cars traffickers drive? I’ve never been trafficked). I hop in the back of the Escalade and the secret service-looking guys get in the front. We start to drive and after we’ve been driving for an hour or two, we come to a large front gate. The one driving rolls down his window and puts in a code on the keypad outside the gate and it immediately opens. We drive up a hill and I see our destination. The Playboy Mansion! Wait, my mom just sold me to these guys, did that mean that I was a Playmate now? The guy parks the car in front of the mansion

and I get out of the back. I had to be dreaming or something. Just as I’m about to pinch myself, an older man in a red robe comes out of the front door. It was the man himself, Hugh Hefner. “You must be Y/N! Damn, you’re even better looking in person, your mother certainly wasn’t overcharging for you.” the older man chuckles. 

My mouth opens ad closes like a fish gasping for air, what the fuck was I supposed to say at this moment? Luckily, he can see the surprise on my face and doesn't wait for me to say anything. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ll show you around and let you meet the other girls.” He turns around and starts walking inside. I quickly follow behind him. 

The mansion is so much better than I ever could have imagined. I don’t get a good chance to look at everything, for an old guy, he walked surprisingly fast. I catch up to him and I realize that we’re in a room full of people. I look around at all of the people, but then something catches my eye. Is that…? No way, it can’t be. 

I look a little closer and realize it was exactly who I thought it was. It was my idol and celebrity crush, Snuffy, in all of his green glory! He was sitting there, in the whole Playboy bunny get-up. He looked so sexy. The pink outfit was perfect against his green screen-green skin. I took a few shaky steps toward him, and he actually looked at me. HE LOOKED AT ME! I could truly die 

happy now. 

“Oh, you must be the new girl.” he gets up from his seat with the other girls. “I’m Snuffy.” He holds his hand out to me to shake. 

“I-um…I know who you are…” I mumble. I shake his hand, in awe. His skin was…extremely dry? I had expected it to be soft and moisturized. It always looked so soft in all the pictures and videos I'd seen of him. As I was thinking all of this, I didn’t even realize that I was still shaking his hand. 

“Can I have my hand back now?” he asks awkwardly. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” 

I let go of his hand and I stand there, still starstruck. I look around, and Hugh Hefner was gone. Where did he even go? Well, I mean, I didn’t actually care, I was more concerned about Snuffy. “So, what’s your name?” he asked. 

“Y/N.” 

“Y/N? That’s a cool name. Hugh wanted me to give you a tour and show you your room before we have a little welcome/initiation event for ya. Come on.” 

He walked out of the room and I quickly followed behind him. God, he had a tight ass. I wasn’t paying attention to any of the actual tour. I was too busy staring at his ass. we get to a bedroom and then I finally pay attention. 

“Here’s your room.” Snuffy gestures to the space. 

It was a nice room. 

Some clothes on the bed catch my eye. He notices what I'm looking at. 

“Oh, those are for you. Hugh wants all of us to wear that to your initiation later.” I nod.

“So, I’ll leave you to it. But before I go…” He leans in and his lips and his hair(??) brush my ear. “You’re like, really fucking sexy. If you ever wanna have a little fun, you let me know.” he turns around and leaves the room, his green, squishy, tendrils bouncing slightly around his shoulders. I practically melt into a puddle. Did that really just happen? 

A few hours later, there’s a knock at my door. I had just finished changing into my new outfit to wear to my initiation; it was a thin, white tank top and a pair of red booty shorts with a small bunny printed at the bottom edge of the left side. I walk to the door and open it. It’s one of the random blonde bimbos I had seen when I first got here. 

“Hey, we’re getting things started downstairs, if you wanna head down now.” “Yeah, sure.” 

I follow her downstairs and outside to the huge garden. All of the Playmates and Hugh were outside already. The Playmates were dressed in the same outfit I was. 

I look around the garden for Snuffy. I don’t see him, which was strange, but I don’t think much of it. 

Around the garden, a few of the sprinklers were on. The other Playmates milled around, making small talk with each other. A few of them came and spoke to me, but I wasn’t paying attention. After a few minutes, the sound of metal tapping against glass caught everyone’s attention. “If I could have everyone’s attention please!” Hugh called to everyone in the garden. we all looked in the general direction of his voice. 

“I would like all of you to give our newest Playmate a very warm welcome! Y/N! Where are you, Y/N?” 

The Playmates who are standing in front of me look back and move to the side. One of them, who was standing behind me, nudges me forward. I stumble forward a little, but I quickly regain my balance and walk up to Hugh. He warps an arm around me and then continues speaking. “Now, girls, this is all new to little Y/N here, so let’s give her a little taste of how things go around here. How does a nice, wet t-shirt contest sound?” 

All of the Playmates start to cheer. I don’t even get a chance to register what was happening before all of the Playmates are running through the sprinklers, getting soaked, making their thin, tank tops see-through. Everyone’s nipples were clearly visible through their shirts. Everything was a blur, girls, and nipples everywhere, and Hugh pushing me up to join the “fun”. Just as I’m actually about to join in all the girls crowd around Hugh. They all give him a group hug and squeeze him really tight. There is a loud obnoxious popping sound. I turn to see what happened. Hugh had…deflated? His skin was even flabbier than it was before, basically hanging ikeoff of his bones. It would’ve been scary if, underneath the skin, it was actual bone showing, but instead, it was something bright, neon green. Everyone takes a few stunned steps back. They popped Hugh Hefner with their tits! We all stare at the deflated Hefner, before a little bit of green pokes out of the hole where his mouth used to be. Wait, I could recognize the shade of green

anywhere. I walk up to the deflated body and pull off the head, and inside the weird flesh suit was…Snuffy?!


5 Must Read Tips for Picking up Women on Campus

Feeling lonely and touch-deprived on campus? Feeling ugly and weird because no ladies will look your way during class? Don’t worry my friend, we’ve got the exact remedy for your situation to turn you from a brutal soypilled losercell mess of a man to a total Chadmaxxed Turbo Playboy! Here are five surefire ways to pick up women on campus: 

1. Take a shower! If you relate to the previous ‘before’ description you probably smell like shit and should take a shower. Contrary to what you may believe, the ladies do not like when a guy smells like Backwoods and gorilla farts. Brush your teeth while you’re at it–if you can count over 2 cavities from eyesight alone you should give up now! Switch to a computer science major and just hope you can allure the ladies with money because the looks aren’t gonna do it. #Sorry 

2. Learn the lingo! Chicks love when guys understand their language. Here are some common misconceptions that many guys don’t realize: 

a. If she says, “I don’t want to see your collection of banned Family Guy episodes on VHS” it actually means she does want to see it. Whip it out 

b. If she says, “I hate when you randomly reference Family Guy in regular conversation” it actually means she does want you to reference Family Guy in regular conversation. Do it more often 

c. If she says, “Please stop basing your personality and all your jokes on Family Guy, it’s getting old” it actually means she thinks you are really funny! She wants to hear more jokes. Win! 

d. If she says, “You have really bad body odor” she is probably right actually. Check tip #1. Gross! 

3. Be proactive! A common misconception is that remaining relaxed and non-chalant will attract women. That only works for guys who have the certain aura of a European model–you have to be very chalant. Ask where your hug is at. Steal her phone and run around with it. Threaten to jump off a building if she ignores you. Chase her full speed whenever you see her. The ladies love an extrovert! 

4. Revamp your aesthetic! Start smoking cigarettes and become alcohol dependent. Wear straight brim hats that say “OBEY” and work on your Peter Griffin impression. Start posting edits of yourself at the gym to hardstyle remixes of Drake songs. The chicks will come flocking. #BelieveIt 

5. Last but not least: Learn how to face reality! Despite everything previously stated in this article, there is no hope for you! Better luck in the next life pal 

Take these tips to heart (especially #1 and #5) and have fun out there! Go get em tiger


Advice Column 1

“[?]” is a god-like being who works for Nonsense Magazine and gives advice to Hofstra Students when they’re not causing a rift between time and space. Their species is unknown, and Nonsense has never been able to capture their true identity. The only person who has ever seen [?] is their friend, Snuffy. They get blackout drunk together every first Friday of the month at 4 pm. Snuffy can never remember their encounters by the time he wakes up the next day. 


Dear [?],

I am a male student here at Hofstra University. Some background: My parents have always been really strict, and even though I’m at college, they still keep a close eye on me. They let me use their credit card, but they monitor everything I buy and get notifications from the credit card company any time I purchase something. I don’t have my own accounts yet. Anyway, after some time living on campus, I’ve been exploring my sexuality (both my sexual orientation and my own body). I always thought I was straight, but recently I’ve been dreaming of having a fat juicy cock in my ass. In order to enhance my masturbation sessions, I want to buy some kind of toy to put up my ass. The problem is, if I buy anything with my credit card, my parents will find out. Is there anything I can find on campus that might satisfy my cravings? My asshole is getting lonely. Thank you. 

–Sexually Frustrated   



Dear Sexually Frustrated, 

Thank you for your question! Luckily, you can find many things at Hofstra University that might help you solve your problem. Anything cylindrical and solid that you can comfortably fit up your ass could work. Do you have a stick of deodorant to use? My guess is no, but maybe you can ask your roommate. I would NOT recommend a banana, since it can get mushy and get stuck inside you. Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything. If you are stupid enough to try something more adventurous, just take a walk outside with some snacks. Then, find a Hof squirrel. Use the snacks to train it to follow it back into your room and finger your anus with its tiny squirrel hands. One last suggestion–the real thing. You want a cock in your ass? Meet me in the Calkins painting studio tomorrow at 11 pm. 

—[?] 

Please Please Go Out With Me, Your Drink Probably Isn't Spiked

Hey hey hey! It’s your favorite super alpha macho man, head honcho of the Greek pantheon, Zeus! That’s right, you heard me: Greek. Which means Greek Life! Which means parties! Wine! Women! Wonderful vices! Though I don’t want it to be a cult of Dionysus this time around. How would you feel about being part of a harem? There should be some lingerie in your size in the closet upstairs if you’d be willing to go with me up there to take a look (wink wink). What’s that? Not your thing? Nononono wait come back, I have a different offer, yeah. How do you feel about getting hazed? I swear it’s fun. Aw come on, don’t be such a loser killjoy. Getting hazed isn’t so bad, I barely remember what I did that night so it couldn’t have been a big deal. I just got handed a cup, I drank the juice, and here we are. If you go through the hazing process, you can then do it to other people. You get near absolute power over other people, and it’s fun! They’re at your mercy and everything. Can’t tell you much else, it’s so secret even I don’t know. I probably did at one point, but anyways. How can you roll your eyes at that? Ugh, you’ve got such a stick up your ass. Alright how about this: The lights are dimmed, there’s like a crap ton of candles all over the place right? And there’s a fountain, one of those chocolate thingies. It’s fondue? More like FUNdue, as in you’re due for some fun, overdue, even. And there’s a nice couch and you can just lie down on it. It’s great. I can feed you grapes and we can draw, say, you, posed like one of those French girls. What? I’m trying to objectify you? Fine, fine, I’LL pose like one of those French girls and you draw me. See, there. I am peak feminism. No one loves women more than me. Still a no? That’s okay, see, if you’re persistent enough, any no can become a yes! Maybe that romantical stuff was too boring for you, too predictable. We could play truth, dare, or strip, either way you end up exposed. NO? Maybe this is all too complicated for someone who isn’t part of our enlightened brotherhood. I GUESS we could just go to Applebee’s and I GUESS I could cover the bill, and since I’ll only mention that a minimum of 6 times, I should probably be kissed for my efforts. AND I’ll throw in flowers if you throw in a foot massage. What? I don’t have SIDE CHICKS. Oh, a GIRLFRIEND? Who told you that? (Ugh, I knew Artemis was a girl’s girl or whatever the fuck being a snitch is called nowadays). What’s THAT supposed to mean? Crossing Hera, pft. Oh. Hera. Well she’s not my GIRLFRIEND, see, that’s more of a situationship, on again off again, thing. She’s kinda toxic, not gonna lie. You don’t want to be a side chick and I’m clearly unstable? Wow. I think you mean YOU’RE missing out on the sexiest man you’ll ever meet, AND you’re not even that pretty, I just didn’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day since Hera’s mad at me. Go, then, I can do better than you anyways, everyone wants a piece of me. WAIT DON’T GO, my precious angel pookie bear shnookums treasure of my bleeding heart!! I’m sorry. :( I’ll make it up to you, somehow. I’m out of chances? But- Hey that’s not a nice word. Fine! And OH, gotta go, I think I heard Hera, aaaaaand she’s on her way to key my car for the third time this week. Great. What did I do to deserve this?


The Dirty, Dirty Past of Feminist Gloria Steinem

While Snuffy is preoccupied gawking at the Playboy bunnies, our most cultured of readers might be reminded of a certain scene from Legally Blonde the Musical (2007). Elle Woods is dressed as a Playboy bunny and her rival calls her a skank for wearing such a revealing (yet smoking hot) costume. Elle retorts, saying that she is not just any old Playboy bunny, but she is dressed as feminist icon Gloria Steinem when she went undercover in preparation for her article exposing the industry. Thanks to my extensive and very scholarly research using Wikipedia, as well as my gut feelings, I now know the truth: Gloria Steinem is, in fact, a skank. In this essay, I will….

For starters, she’s from Ohio. I can’t think of any place to live more sleazy than that, other than Hempstead, Long Island, or possibly even your mother’s house. Steinem’s mother suffered from extreme mental illness, and her father got a divorce from her after she became violent. Gloria Steinem stayed with her mother but said that she did not blame her father for the divorce. First of all, that’s some two-faced bullshit. Talking shit with her father about her mother, but then living with the one she’s talking shit about? I’d understand if this was coming from a Gemini, but your Aries ass has no excuse. Second of all, what happened to uplifting women? Hey Gloria, stop being mad at your mother for her violent tendencies. She’s just a girl okay? Give her a break!

Gloria Steinem also got an abortion while it was still illegal. We’re pro-choice here at Nonsense (after all, Snuffy’s probably going to have to pay for a few fetus removals after his night in the Playboy Mansion), but breaking a law? That’s kind of skank-like behavior, don't you think? Might as well just start jaywalking while you’re on your crime spree. 

Furthermore, In 1977, Steinem spoke out against trans-affirming surgery for trans women, stating that people can identify as whatever they want as long as they don’t change their genitals. How come you’re so interested in genitals, Gloria? She just wants to make sure there’s an abundance of dicks for her to choose from. Speaking of, Steinem spoke out against pornography, but then stated that erotic writing is okay. She probably just wants to make sure that no one bans her Severus Snape x Reader fanfic. I see you, Gloria. I know your tricks. 

On top of that, Gloria Steinem also said that she wanted to model her feminist campaigns after Gandhi's independence campaigns. So what I’m hearing is that she’s just blindly following the tactics of an influential man rather than coming up with her own ideas? That’s basically a slap in the face to feminism. 

One more point before I go (I have a colonoscopy appointment in 15 minutes): Gloria Steinem worked at the Independent Research Service for 4 years. I don’t know what that is, and Wikipedia doesn’t either, but what we do know is that it is an organization funded by the CIA. The CIA, huh? As in, the Cum In Ass people? That’s all the evidence we need. I hereby declare that feminist Gloria Steinem is, in fact, a SKANK! But hey, that’s just a theory….