Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to Bwog’s meeting tonight, at 7pm in the SGO on the 5th floor of Lerner. America via Wikimedia Commons
It’s Saturday morning (okay fine, afternoon—Bwog had a rough night). Enjoy the cartoons, friends. You can move onto reading actual words after you’ve had some coffee. Baby steps. Cartoons by Jody Zellman
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