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Semester Two
Spring Semester, 2001
The first snow of the year gives birth to Tiger the snowman.
The Harbor in the snow.
Chris and Ryan...with girlfriends!
CMAD Committee.
Keith Houston awes the crowd.
Bill and Keith and Christ and God in The Word.
Bravely bold Sir Euan, rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, O Brave Sir Euan.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Euan!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Euan!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged,
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off,
And his pe.....
Euan: That's...That's, uh... That's enough music for now, lads.
Father and Son rejoice that they swimmeth not.
The May Dip is always good for a laugh.
And has some pretty impressive scenery as well!
One more night of fun before the big day.
Q: What
could be more womantic than Melville mound by torchwight?
A: Woasting wascally wabbits atop Melville mound by torchwight.
Rainer's copy.
Birthday Baseball: St Andrews' newest tradition.
Hours later, Bill and Ryan would discover that baseball bats are far less effective in bank robberies than guns.
Root beer floats get mixed reviews.
Cat and Ryan discover what happens when one messes with Texas.
Patton's 3rd Army awaits my last exam.
Der Blitz...or maybe that's die Blitz...das Blitz? Keine Ahnung!
Ryan wonders if that's fluoridated water.
Do you know what year fluoridation began, young Catherine? 1945. How's that for your post-war Commie conspiracies?
Oh my gosh! There he goes with that crazy anti-Communism crap again!
Duncan and Ryan await Gen. Ripper's orders.
Chris, Andrew and Ryan bake popcorn for three hours...
...with mischievous deeds in mind.
The Popcorn Prank.
Keith comes for revenge.
Thou shalt not anger the alpha male.
Rainer
Ryan kites with Steve...
...who is obviously much better at it.
And what better way to finish off a wonderful year than by shooting Bill Clinton.
Nota Bene: No wascally wabbits were woasting atop Melville mound during the production of this page.