While walking along 115th street this morning, Bwog noticed a heap of chicken bones sitting on a stoop, evidently already picked over by sidewalk scavengers. Who could have such slovenly habits? The top of the doorframe gave us our answer–the boys of Zeta Beta Tau. Cheers to the first one who walks outside.
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