Call us old-fashioned*, but Bwog likes sticking to traditions. That’s why we dared enter the dark abyss of terror and neurosis that is Butler without so much as a Virgil-figure to protect us (or at the very least warn us to avert our gaze from one of those 209-couples who seem to feed on creepy eye contact—do they even go here?). Plus, we threw a little Lerner in there to spice things up this year. Without further ado:  

A young warrior bows his head in prayer to those who've fought before him.

 

*By “old-fashioned,” we mean pretty. Call us pretty.