The College President refers to his wife as , “His Love, His Rib??!!” Is he some kind of canine/human hybrid? He was such a good dog that the Universe threw him a Bone? Most astonishing, his wife didn’t mind being referred to as a carcass remnant. My wife would have had me publicly beheaded! Then they chanted ,“When I get knocked down, I’ll get back into the game!” prior to a more civilized form of branding with hot irons called a “Pinning Ceremony.” Wow! I don’t remember going to college being the same as joining a Cult. But maybe it is, in the Era Of Trump. Really funny post, I enjoyed it and Thanks, Jennie!