As dawn breaks over this first day of the semester, take a moment to revel in the ridiculous antics your professors will engage in just to get you to stay in (or drop) their class. Bwog’s father never dressed up as a jolly old man in a red suit, but we still feel the excitement in […]
Oh the weather outside is…miserable in every possible way. After Bwog fell face first in a puddle of slush, Bweatherman emeritus, Pat Blute, served us farm-fresh scrambled eggs and offered this comment: “Suck it Roker.” Grab your galoshes and stay dry, friends!
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