A fundraiser called Fill The Hill the Friday before Halloween brought the flamingos out again and an overwhelming sense of nostalgia brought Little Rat and me to campus.
|His ascot was neither apricot nor ninja|
|We foraged for parking down by limnology first|
|Stop judging me, bird or I'll pee on you next—is that a tow truck?|
|Everyone loves me|
|I better get treats and walkies after this nonsense. What are you looking at?|
|I'm pretty sure ninjas don't have leashes. Is that a tow truck?|
|I'm a Hipster Ninja|