“Oh my God, we’re back again! Tongue In Beak’s back — alright!”

That’s right, they’ve let us publish two editions now. And I’d like to say, to all the haters: Don’t hate the player, hate the rapper who decided to call himself, “The Game.” Our best response from the first edition came as a result of Owen Morris’ story on organ-harvesting for tuition. A mother of a KU student called the editors of the Kansan to say that “no one was going to get her son’s liver.” Thanks for your response, lady. I know a lot of editors try to spawn interest in stories by telling anecdotes connected to them, so here goes. I think rubber bracelets are lame, I tried to get rid of my virginity at some point, my dad’s an optometrist, I can’t dance, I could care less about celebrity relationships, I’ve waited forever in line at The Underground and I’ve probably farted in class at some point. Sorry. Keep it real.