The highlight of my Tuesday has always been reading the sometimes inventive and always copious ways that my fellow students fucked up over the weekend, so you can imagine my dismay when the P-safe news blotter was nowhere to be found in the Oct. 3 issue. Was it stolen (with the soda)? Did it catch on fire (cooking)? Maybe bats carried it off (to they-don’t-exist-land)? Here, I’ve even written a haiku:
Who stole what? And when?
On Fountain? On Vine? Without
it I am nothing.
[Editor’s note: Our bad. See page 5 for Tuesday’s report.]
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