As we make the smooth transition from ruling the world to ruling the universe, keep yourself updated for new videos, new blog posts, and new signs of a potential herpes outbreak by following us on Twitter and Facebook (hint: the links to each are on the side bar).

Looking forward to the new crop of Hooligans? Leave us a comment on what you’d like to see this year below (we’re miles ahead of you on the sex tape, it’s already in post-production). Oh, and if you’re female and free on Monday nights, we have five words for you: Playstation 3. In our room.

-The Harvard Hooligans

**actual quote from a man claiming to be my father.

They share the strength, courage, dance skills, and social concerns of their Forefathers.  But they are also younger and better looking.  We have secretly selected them to carry on the proud tradition of making idiotic videos.  We hope that someday they too might conceive, and thereby expand the Harvard Hooligan family into a third generation (which would make us grandparents).

We, the Forefathers, have finally left the hallowed alleys of Cambridge to roam the Western Plains of the United States, the Everglades of Florida, and the Swiss banks of Switzerland.  We will eventually migrate back to Cambridge for our 50th reunion, but until then, we hope that you enjoy the upcoming postings and productions of our offspring.

Sincerely,

~Harvard Hooligan, Housewife Hooligan, Hillbilly, Hairy, Hunchback, Hulk, and Hog

(aka, The Forefathers)

The Hooligan Forefathers look sad to say "Goodbye"

Just before graduating from Harvard University, the Hooligans stole the Gutenberg Bible from Widener Library. In this dramatic action film which has not yet been nominated for an Academy Award, you will experience the magic of education and friendship.

We have greatly enjoyed making these ridiculous little videos for your consumption. Although the original Harvard Hooligans will now be dispersed around the globe doing good works, a new team of idiots will be picked to replace us next year. Please stay tuned.

The Harvard Hooligans made this poignant film for the Harvard Resources Efficiency Program’s GreenTube competition.

The Hooligans are all celebrating their senior spring break in Acapulco, Mexico where they can peacefully reflect on their college days.

“The fifth floor of Winthrop’s C-entryway boasts this mammoth suite, home to seven seniors each year. With fantastically insulated walls and prime views of the courtyard on one side and the Charles River on the other, the suite’s long hallways host everything from dance parties to beer bottle bowling. Switzerland native Alexandre N. Maurice ’09 says that he turned the giant common room this year into a “European discotheque, equipped with an excellent sound system whose speakers have been known to blow out on occasion.”

Winthrop House is the only one that will bring you complete joy and satisfaction.

Because I am so ugly, they put me toward the end of the segment (minute 21).  They provided me with a beautifully cheesy script as well as a placard indicating that I’m indebt $15,000. Because people who watch mtvU have the attention span of 6-month-old children, they edit the segment into 3 second cuts and include pop-up phrases like those often featured on Sesame Street.  Finally, I have the honor of introducing a pop-up music video–Lily Allen’s “The Fear”:

Someday...

Harvard tends to emphasize mind over body.  Thus it abandons the Roman-Greco educational ideal of “mind et bodus” (“mind and body” for all you non-classics readers). This educational reform has led to our student body becoming ugly.  I have become particularly unattractive over the past few years as my skin failed to receive requisite amounts of sunlight needed for photosynthesis.  My eyes are less bright and more glazed like Homers’s after reading so many damn 19th Century English novels.  My biceps and pectorals have shrunk and taken refuge beneath baby fat formed from Chipotle ingredients.

One day, this girl who I love made fun of my reduced circumstances. As I was shoveling some clam chowder into my mouth, she decided to make a remark about how I was no longer the chiseled warrior I had once been.  “You’re getting fatter than a freshman girl,” she said.

The very next morning, I woke at sunrise and went to the gym wearing a yellow headband and a blue wristband and white tube-socks.  I have lots of sweat glands.

The torture machinery is located deep in the basement of the facility.  Several other meatheads were already grunting and smelling like armpits. One big fellow looked mean enough to have served as a guillotine executioner during the French Revolution.  I asked him if he wanted to “spot me” but he said no.

I did fifty sit-ups and six push-ups before heading home.  Call me Claudius Maximus.