Alas poor Yorick
Ladies and gentlemen I welcome you back to another exciting update of our very humble blog. Today's update will be slightly different from previous updates. Rather than say something nonsensical or make a nonsensical jab at Odovaucer I'll be writing about something real and something very close to me. Not about me, no, that would be going against everything we stand for. Instead I shall be writing about the dining hall at the college that I just so happen to attend.

This story, like so many before it starts at the beginning and somehow moves on from there. Enter September first two thousand and five. A young fresh faced boy (Authors note: That boy was me) had just arrived at what was to be his new home for the next year: Drew University. Drew had a homey charm, a haunted campus, and most importantly (to this story at least) a dining hall.

Enter said dining hall, granter of foodstuffs and creator of cookies. That's right, cookies. Oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip, sugar, peanut butter, and those really terrible ones with the nuts that no one eats. Yes, cookies. Oh yes, cookies.


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And because of that for a while everything was A-OK.


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But then a dark time overtook the noble dining hall.


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You see, under the guise of adding a more delicious dessert selection the unbelievers removed cookies from our little dining hall. (No! - Odovaucer) For over three days our hero roamed that dining hall's empty rooms searching for a basket that might once again hold his beloved cookies and for three days the heretics mocked the true believer.


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On the fourth day our hero returned again to find that his vigilance had paid off. Inside the familiar basket were many, many delicious treasures. Too many to count in fact, but in his heart he knew that he required only one. But all sad tales have sad endings. The cookie was hard and brittle, not soft and chewie and pleasing to his taste.


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Moral of the story: All of the Keebler elves were crushed by large slices of poor quality cake.


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And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
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- posted by Andrew @ 12:30 AM