"You think everything's tormenting you."
“There’s no way that’s actually zombie flesh,” he points out. “Zombies don’t even exist! They’re clearly trying to explain away some serious food safety violations. I’d sue myself if Allard Law would let me in this year.”
This year, in the spirit of cooperation, all teams will be eliminated, and every participant will be placed in one extremely long boat.
It’s a brand new year! And you know what that means: New year's resolutions! Self-improvement! Wait. Hold on. It’s already May?
“This is the BoG election debate, right? You oughta elect me! I’m a bog!”
Here are 11 places to hide the disgusting chocolate your partner gave you to pretend you ate it.
Pattern your week after this step-by-step walkthrough, and the world will be your study oyster! Wet and clammy.
Unfortunately, the Ubyssey writer assigned to cover this (Landen) was otherwise occupied bombing their midterm, and was unable to see the game proper.
It's brother-against-brother, cats-eating-their-own-young, neighbors-knocking-over-each-others-bins-and-blaming-raccoons — society!?
I think it’s been around four days, but time has lost all meaning.