The LLC: always a treasure trove of crazy shit. First, Bwog ran across boxes begging for the anonymous return of John Jay plates, silverware, and salt and pepper shakers, like those boxes at summer camp where counselors told you to put your drugs when no one was looking, no questions asked. I mean, we all […]
Hate Letter: “Midterms”
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