Walking home to Psi U tonight from Nic 7, I passed Andrus Field, which has by now turned into a giant pond. It’s November in Connecticut and it’s fucking 70 degrees outside. Add gale-force winds and the fact that it’s been raining for, oh, a few eons, and you get tons of people having a mudfight. At 1am. On Thursday night.
I love you, Wesleyan.
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yo. not just mudfighting. TOPLESS MUDFIGHTING
yo. not just mudfighting. TOPLESS MUDFIGHTING
We have 14 writers. It happens.
We have 14 writers. It happens.
Anyone else totally love the contrast of this post and the last one?
Anyone else totally love the contrast of this post and the last one?