Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire

Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire

Where were you at 6 a.m.?  'Cause these guys were chillin' outside of Mudd-Blaisdell.  And thanks to a mysterious 6:30 "fire" alarm, many-a-scantiy-pajamaed Pomonian were there to join 'em.

Meanwhile, those who didn't respond to the blaring alarms burned up, new 300 dollar textbooks and all.  Or they were just plain smart (drunk?) enough to keep sleeping through the ruckus?

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