From The Archives: An Op-ed: Why Do Our Croquet Players Get Donkeys To Ride Around Campus? They Are Dreadful!
They are a plague on this campus – the likes of which have never been and will never be seen again.
They are a plague on this campus – the likes of which have never been and will never be seen again.
âPlus, this really isnât so differentâMr. Shapiro nibbles on sticks with the best of âem.â
In the aftermath of the theft, the one swab, dubbed âOle Faithfulâ, could be found lying underneath the ransacked shelves of its fallen brethren.
âAuthority. Betrayal. And super-spreader events.â
Plus, old white people love their lawns, and Iâve heard that garden gnomes make for great projectiles.
Passersby described him as âpathetic,â and having âlimbs that look like a strong breeze could either break them or just blow them off altogether.â
“At first, I didnât mind, since Iâm tremendously committed to school spirit.”
“I wouldnât have minded more Kleenex, and maybe a little bit of Prozac, but I canât complain.”
âWeâre eliminating so much more than just students,â one local administrator explains. âWeâre eliminating the stigma around mental health here on campus. Weâre doing real work here.â
Reports indicate that this party, which lasted through the night (2 AM), was more of a celebration of the theatre (âpronounced thee-ate-her, you classless hack!â), and definitely not a one-up contest of who was the better Tevye in their high schoolâs production of Fiddler on the Roof.