And then there's this:
Isn't that just precious of lil ole Anne?
We lost, even after I went all Bobby Knight. I blame the guy in charge of the scoreboard. He's an employee of the company we were playing against (I won't even dignify them with a name.) Sadly, the forces of evil cheated their way to victory. I tried, but I just didn't feel right about dragging people off their donkeys (although I could have).
That's Anne (our soccer-mom-in training, she brought the juice and Gushers), Louie (with the tongue out, this was his first newsroom bonding experience) and Jordan (our would-be Tookie Williams).
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Journalists on donkeys. That just about says it. -- Pop
we never do stuff this fun in law school (she says, in the library, on a saturday night)
*jealous!!!!*
That's my back in the 2nd photo I do believe. That game was horrible, 95% of our points were from our Intern.
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