Why I Keep My Office Filthy and Locked
Holy shit.
All of this reminds me of a legendary tale from graduate school, in which several couples from a previous cohort allegedly broke into the department chair's office, engaged in a ménage à quatre on the desk, and left some kind of late-1980s/early 1990s postmodern manifesto that explained their acts in characteristically abstruse fashion.
All of this reminds me of a legendary tale from graduate school, in which several couples from a previous cohort allegedly broke into the department chair's office, engaged in a ménage à quatre on the desk, and left some kind of late-1980s/early 1990s postmodern manifesto that explained their acts in characteristically abstruse fashion.
