As Bwog was passing by the Senior Dinner on South Lawn tonight, it caught sight of the waiters filling pitchers with water. With a hose. From a spigot in the ground. That’s “gray water,” right? Ew. Just for fun, Bwog inquired. The two people guarding the entrance of the tent asserted that the same caterer […]
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