Is That Soup or Vomit on the Sidewalk?: An Investigation
It was a bleak and barren Sunday afternoon as I was walking to the caf to consume the nonbiodegradable paste there called “food.” As I strolled with my mid-section grumbling like the PTA, I stumbled upon a heap of chunky, viscous, and multicolored slob on the walkway behind Young Hall. “Amazing!” I said to myself as I got on my knees. “What kind of transmorphic substance is this?” The thick, yet runny, mush was an…
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