Chocolate Bubble Wrap
Some of you may remember my freshman year, when Marla and I filled our room with some rather absurd quantities of bubble wrap. It's a shame that we never got some of this , but I suppose if we had had much of that we may never have been able to convince Koi to come to the eshman-Fray ossip-Gay ub-Clay eetings-May and tell us stories. And, you know, that would have been sad, too.