Goat Brigade!!!

Wanna Join? I know you do! What is it you ask? Well do you like making goat noises? Do you like making fake horns with your fingers? Then this is the club for you!! How do you sign up? Send a self stamped addressed envelope along with your life savings, first born child, the tooth from a cross eyed hampster, some old brass door knobs and a box of homemade toll house chocolate chip cookies to : The United States of None of Your Damn Buisness, Care of the Grand Goat Poobah, PO BOX 1021253210320515523, Carlisle Corner, Grafton MA 02-shut your face!

Ok enough with the silliness. The goat brigade really is just me and one of my RAs Laura making total and complete asses of ourselves in public, in the dining hall and just about anywhere else on campus where we can get away with yelling "EEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH!" at the top of our lungs while making crooked horns on the top of our heads. It came about when she was on the phone with her dad and we greeted each other with the afore mentioned cry. I'm pretty sure my wife (who was with me) thought we were out of our minds, but hey, SHE MARRIED ME. Anyway, her dad said we sounded like goats and the brigade was born. SO LOOK OUT RISD!!!! HERE COMES THE GOAT BRIGADE!!!!!!!!!

ps. As you can see there is no real news to report ;)