Thank god it’s Friday, and let’s get this bread!
Last year we recorded some of the strange, absurd, and downright nihilistic room reservations throughout the vast Columbia room reservation network. As the dreaded arctic blasts™ hit our cloistered ivory tower, the true Butler outsiders have turned the room reservation network into an anonymous public slate to scribble fleeting graffiti aimed against the stressful status quo. […]
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