Sorrities suck. And, for any of you reading this that are in one, you know I'm not talkin about you. But as I sit here in my cozy room, enjoying a solid medley of Counting Crows and Daft Punk, I hear nothing but car horns and high pitched whining coming from the outside. You see, it's rush week here in the Dirt-E L., and tonight is the night where
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