Cloyne Court may be the last hope for those seeking to get a truly “co-opy” experience of co-ops. Hell, who wouldn’t want to participate in the naked hall racing, midnight grub making, orgy sampling phenomenon that is Cloyne? But then again, there are rooms filled with shit (ew), coked out dudes on the sofas in the front room, and way more species of mold in their pantry than the hairs on a hippie’s chinny chin chin.

But what redeems them? This crazy ass fire spinning. I hear that this is actually almost a nightly occurrence, and if that’s true, Cloyne Court might be expecting a certain residence application from a certain Ms. RedCup next semester.

But not really. Did I tell you about the mold?