Three years ago I was stuck in a graduate school newsroom with some of the craziest people I have ever met in my entire life. And if they’re reading this right now, they know I mean that as a compliment. Our days were spent either furiously writing in order to make deadline, or furiously searching Google and YouTube for the most awesome things ever. Rap lyrics represented in statistical charts and graphs is one of them (thank you Audrey for the blast from the past).
If I haven’t said it enough to you former BUDC-ers, I love you like a fat kid loves cake. Real talk, and there’s a bar graph to prove it.
I hear Zoo Bar is awaiting our glorious return.
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Still the best. thing. ever!
Also, I’m fairly certain if we all tried to roll into Zoo Bar there is a chance we’d get bounced out. Additionally, I feel as though that is where your camera is. Real talk.
Those pictures ARE going to turn up some day…when Dan is a senator and Phil is anchoring the nightly news. Can’t. Wait.
It was Phil who bought the Jagerbombs. Sow the wind, my friend.
Oh. Man. I’ll play the part of the drunken last print reporter. Wearing penny loafers. And a bad back.
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