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Trumbull
Frisky: Oh, my Lord Savior Trumbull. I gave you my leg, I gave you my heart. This is how you repay me? Tenth place at the end of the fall season? I have labored in the fields, but my vintage is sour.Jonathan Trumbull: Yes, noble warrior, do not fret. The path is long and the battle treacherous. Keep faith, I will lift you and your brethren in the winter season. The seas will part for you during water polo games, the heathen Punaho tribe will break under your full court pressure. Run the ball, Frisk—it's showtime baby. You are so money.
Frisky: Yes, great noble one. Your benevolence is enormous. Send some more embryonic, rock-a-billy, polka-dotted fighter pilots to aide us. We will respond. Kevin Salandy '00 is ready for the pool, Vinnie Wilhelm '00 has been cutting back on the smokes. We are congregating in the Trumbutt nightly to praise you and to devise plans for a coup of grande chalupa proportions. A special worship service has been tentatively scheduled for Saturday night, 10 p.m., in room 1242. The calf will be fattened.
(Compiled by Colonial Governor Jonathan Trumbull.)
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