Guest columnist: Let boys be boys
I found a plastic sword the other day. It was buried in the couch under the pillows right next to the stale pretzels. I’m pretty sure my roommate’s little brother left it there. (You know how little guys love swords.) It was late at night, and I was surprised to discover it, so I did what any responsible, mature, college-educated man would do. I attacked my roommate.








