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The Bowl Defender

It all started late Saturday night when I was walking back to my dorm. As I usually do, I walked back through the Knoll trail, watching a little of the kara-TAY stylings of the members of Stuart and making sure that I didn’t get eaten by Leroy, the stray, 467 pound dog that only eats…

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The Adventures of Otter Man

I guess it all started on that hazy day in July of ’78. I was down in Baton Rouge doing some business that we’ll just call “illegitimate.” I didn’t like the job, but someone’s gotta pay the Bills. The Bills are my accountant, Bill White, my publicist, Bill Jones, and my proctologist, Bill Prescalante. I…

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To A Nunnery

Each week for The Phillipian it is my humble duty to pick a theme for the left page of that week’s issue. I usually try to hone in on current events around campus (i.e. Features Takes Exams,) or the time of year (i.e. Features Does Spring,) etc. Some themes are better than others, and some…

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Wherefore art thou Murdock

I love Shakespeare. From his tragedies to his beautiful sonnets, if it has something to do with old man Bill Shakespeare, chances are I’ve read it (unlikely), seen it in a movie (more likely,) or eaten a small bit of the paper it was written on (very likely.) Sometimes my love of Shakespeare is even…

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Dreams of Hatred

Lately certain things about this school have been making me furious. There are the obvious ones, like the fact that I know a crack addict who gets more sleep than I do, and then there are the less obvious ones, like the fact that if you wash your hands in the Commons bathroom, you’ll smell…

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