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Earlier this month we asked you to submit questions you had about College Humor. Well the results are in. We picked the top 3 and answered them to the best of our ability.

Ace asks a 2-part question: Whose idea was it to make the CH logo a jester?  Also, why is everything on CH funnier when I'm completely smashed?

Answer: Sorry Ace, one question submission per person, otherwise it's not fair. We have to disqualify you and delete your CH account. Sorry again dude.

But for all of you who can still see this, I'll answer the first question.  It was a collaborative effort between the founders and a guy who was designing t-shirts for them when they were sophomores in college.

Learn Something took a little vacation but it being finals time and all, Mental Floss and I have returned to impart more vital knowledge on your eager young minds.  Today we're learning about...

Old Timey Drinking Games

Bloody Fun
Where: England
When: 17th Century
Way back in Jolly Olde England, drinking and drunkenness was heavily linked to swearing your political allegiance. Much in the way, you’d hug your friends totally wasted and say, “I f*cking love you, man,” “Roaring Royalists” used to one-up their friends in declaring allegiance to the king by putting their asses on the line. Literally. After singing drunken ballads to His Highness and the church, festivities would often escalate to playing a “game” where everyone who was loyal enough would slice off a piece of their rump, and then toast their own blood (instead of wine) to the monarchy. As you can imagine, the game went horribly wrong on a fairly regular basis, seeing how drunks wielding knives and performing elective surgery on themselves isn’t the smartest idea.  The ultimate bar scar.

I think we've all experienced at one time or another in our lives the girl we like a lot but become friends with first. The first two weeks are crucial if you’re trying to get with her.  At the end of two weeks if you haven't told her how you feel, you've entered "Friendship Stage" and there's no chance of you two ever being together, that window of opportunity has closed forever!

Here's the breakdown:

Day 1: Wow, I met the most awesome girl last night at my friend’s party.  She’s like, THE perfect girl for me.  I can’t believe she watches SouthPark too. I thought only dudes, and lesbians watched that show. She’s not a lesbian, I don’t think so anyway. Yeah, no way. She’s so hot.  I should probably call her today.  Eh, I’ll wait a day, don’t want to come off as needy. Definitely a call tomorrow though, she wants to DO lunch. I’ll do lunch with her. I’ll do it so hard, she won’t even know what happened.

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Day 3: So we DID lunch the other day, I even paid for half of it. Anyway, I’m going over her place tomorrow night for a “Sex and the City” and “the L word” marathon. We should be on her bed or a couch or something. Maybe a futon. A sofa would be nice too. What’s the difference between a sofa and a couch? I never got that. I’ll ask her tomorrow, she’ll think I’m deep as sh*t.