A read it and LOL guide to weekdays

I’d rather eat the seafood gumbo our school offered last week than be told by my mom to get up on Monday mornings. I’m not even sure how to describe the oppressive misery of getting out from Sunday nights cocoon and entering a week full of short-answer questions, finding theta and learning about how our forefathers schemed harder in Philadelphia than French Montana at a video shoot- but it sucks. Mondays mean no hot water, no sunshine, and porridge for every meal. But count your blessings- Mondays are better than Tuesdays.

Let’s get big bro

Gogo Jones
Sports Editor

Nothing makes a guy feel more like a guy than a quality workout at his local Young Male Christian Association facility. New Canaan’s YMCA is particularly nice, and has all of the machines you could possibly need to get as jacked as that kid who graduated last year and only wore sleeveless shirts (and sometimes fingerless gloves).

Old People Swag

Gogo Jones
Sports Editor

Sometimes old people are pretty dope. They can do lots of exclusive things that we can’t. Like if you started rocking a snapback that said “Vietnam Troop 77” or went grocery shopping on a mobile scooter, it just wouldn’t work–you’d look like a d-bag. I mean I’d trade all the bling in the world to cop a life alert necklace, but it looks like I’ll just have to wait my turn.

WE WENT TO BURRMONT FOR NEW YEARS!! (pt. 1 of 2)

Gogo Jones
Sports Editor/Bauce

Okay, so if that combination of all caps and terrible word play didn’t piss you off then I don’t know what will. Perhaps this?? Anyways, Miss Gilhool (Kate) and I landed a co-babysitting job in Vermont this past weekend, and this post is basically a highlight reel of what happened.

For those of you who know me, I’m a pretty big hater of the Northeast and would give a pinky to see palm trees instead of scraggly oaks 24/7. HOWEVER, I must say Vermont is a very scenic state and I can always dig some frosted pines and dilapidated syrup shacks.