Like nostalgia for something you know never existed.
And never will.
30 January 2006
Record breaking.
Forty pages in under three hours.
I am a yearbook god.
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Power of the press.
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The surly bonds of Earth.
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Extinction.
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Finally, somebody at K-State is useful for something.
As if curling didn't have enough problems already.
Mmm, beer.
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White paper.
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Snark.
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