Engineers gather to consume food type items

In the inevitable manner of such things this evening’s rush event devolved from its intended lofty auspices of preforming science to a bunch of dudes eating pizza. And though the room stank of our cumulative odor (Stimpy) and though the jokes were terrible (JerBear) and offensive (McLovin) a good time was had by all. In this context, “All” excludes Chum, Zorro, and Spoodle but includes seven rushes and two alumni. In time chairs were abandoned in favor of closer positions to the pizza. We stood around a centerpiece of pizzas and trudged through the standard conversation of majors and housing until we came to recounting the misadventures and fortunes of brothers and alumni. Despite the great depth of maturity that inevitably results from the fraternity coming together, Yogi and Pablo both saw the sour end of our “Pay to the order of…” stamp. Similarly enjoyable was the discussion of convolutions led by self-proclaimed Ayatollah of the Internets, chief-ELEG, Kingpin.