Not Exactly The Trinity, If You Know What I Mean

Towards the end of our time on campus today, as the line to register bicycles extended into the dozens, three extremely curvaceous, bikini-clad upperclassmen began sunbathing in White Plaza in full view of the freshman bicycle registration line. I suppose they each wanted a fresh man. I would not be surprised to learn that they accomplished their goal–at the very least they gave the frosh gals eating disorders and the frosh guys neck cricks.