Where's Nate?

living large in the four-oh-eight. wicked large.


rock, paint, scissors.

Apparently it's a tradition for different student organizations to paint a rock on the edge of campus in the middle of the night after a few beers and before a game of quarters at the Brown Jug. So at the urging of a few who shall remain nameless, an unnamed group of Section 5ers painted the rock last week.

(displaying skills learned out in the South Bay.)

And while some random pack of Greeksters painted over our rock, we had our moment of glory. Or at least twenty minutes of it.


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