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CONTRIBUTERS

LETTER FROM THE EDITOR

Editor-In-Chief

Laughter is the best medicine! Especially for hypothermia, laughter will keep you nice and warm at night. If you find yourself wandering outside in the near-perpetual darkness of winter, I implore you read this issue! In fact, carrying a copy around at all times could help you out in the long run. Significant other has signficant infections? Laugh it off!

Drunken stuper causes a stumble down some stairs?

Laugh it off! Suffering from extreme anxiety from the finals season? I would suggest seeking help, that could be detrimental to your health in the long run.

Or laugh it off!

Malcolm McClintock

Contributors

Jonah Ryan-Davis Soraya Mamiche Michael Verrechia Daniel Galef Michael Kratsios Ashkaan Mohtashami Laurent Chenet Bernard Rudny

Illustrators

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Support

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Disclaimer

The Plumber’s Faucet is a Publication of the Engineering Undergraduate Society of McGill University. The opinions expressed in the Faucet are not necessarily those of the EUS nor of any other university body, unless such opinion appears over an authorized signature of a representative of the said body. The Faucet does not print works which are sexist, libelous, racist, homophobic, or violating the copyright laws of Canada. It should be noted that some content is meant to be satirical or humourous in nature.

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Tuesday, December 1tst, 2015 ISSN (print): 1707-7478 ISSN (online): 2291-3513

Yes it seems we are sliding back into the depths of winter; a time where the air hurts your face and the sky becomes dark before you wake up. But fear not fair friends, for humans are strong of wit! We discovered alcohol! Yes organized drinking events do seem to be on the horizon; E-Week, Eng Games, Carnival, Science Games, and countless others are recruiting the strong of heart, mind, and stomach.

What exactly are they all competing for? No one really knows, but legend has it... Well, find out for youself!

SSMU, Canada, and the United States have all captivated our attention with insane mudslinging campaigns (well not Canada I suppose), outlandish strategies, and polarizing ideologies. The Faucet wanted in on that action, so we dedicated an issue to the madness! Hell, engineers were on the ballot this year! Albeit the second ballot for a position that became vacant during the semester, but hey we were represented! It’s a truly captivating circus; but remember readers, it’s basically a reality show, and Trump should be proof of that. Don’t get dragged down by the rilers, it’s not worth your time. As a great politician once said, “BASEDGOD DONT HAVE TIME FOR THE HATERS.”

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However, one unaddressed issue on the samosa playing field threatens to slow the progress of the samosa industry to a halt. The pricing scheme which we’ve all grown to expect has remained stagnant for a decade. We can all recite it from memory without

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Thankfully with daily samosa sales across campus, there is never a moment in which a samosa is beyond reach of a hungry customer.

With recent technological advances such as the “Samosa Search” Facebook group, locating your next samosa is never further away than a swipe of the finger (note to self: samosa tracking app). Studying at university during these times feels like being a part of a samosa-related revolution, with new options for samosa satiation springing up constantly. As a modern institution of higher learning, McGill embraces new ideas every day for the benefit of the student body.

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With three samosas, it becomes impossible to keep from gorging on all three immediately, causing bloating, fatigue, and diarrhea related symptoms.

The obvious balanced choice would be to buy two samosas, but only 8% of daily samosa purchases here at McGill are made in multiples of two. This is because the cost-value relationship of two samosas is warped in favour of Big Samosa companies instead of being designed with customers in mind. When a student buys just two samosas, they’re utilizing only 66% of the purchasing power of their toonie. Over time this adds up to dramatic losses for budgeting students. Students are being extorted to spend more per samosa than the market demand.

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blinking an eye: $1 for one samosa, or $2 for three. Although these prices are flexible enough to deliver high volumes of samosas daily, they do not meet the needs of the average McGill student.

For most of us, a system like this does not cut it, and will negatively impact the volume of samosas consumed during our stay here. If the samosa providers want to keep shoveling samosas down our throats,

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Sometimes it feels like the only motivation to get out of bed in the morning is the thought of sinking my teeth into a warm, crispy samosa purchased from one of the endless number of clubs tabling in one of the endless locations tucked away on McGill’s campus. I’m not the sole student afflicted with this craving: a whopping 73% of McGill students purchase samosas daily, accounting for 14% of total annual Canadian samosa sales. The savoury filling hidden within a golden crispy pouch is the lifeblood driving McGill students to achieve the academic success we are known for worldwide. It’s no doubt to any student here that samosas are one of the most important aspects of our experience in university. As we enter exam season with a full plate of work, we must also ensure that each student is able to keep a full plate of samosas by their side.

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A proposed solution consists of a staggered price system for samosas.

While still offering the familiar deals of $1 for one and $2 for three, samosa providers can offer a third options for the middle-ground samosa aficionado: $1.50 for two.

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by Jonah Ryan-D for themselves. and Flexible pricing will allow pricing for more total samosa volume to be reform is a necessary step to ease moved daily, increasing profits directly. the growing dissatisfaction among At the same time, it will save the average customers.

McGill student $0.50 per purchase or an One samosa is simply not estimated $125 per semester! Clearly this enough. No matter how long it’s is not an unreasonable proposition, and savoured, no matter how full you feel at I urge all samosa sellers to consider the the time, it’s a known fact that within 30 arguments placed forth here. I’m tired minutes of consuming just one samosa, of my samosa consumption habits being the body is sent into withdrawl-like dictated by the men upstairs. From one symptoms that cause aching hunger samosa-starved student to another, this pains, limb spasms, and mild psychosis. is a plea for change. A plea for progress.

However, the alternative three samosas

leaves students in a dangerous position.

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Front-Running U.S. Presidential Candidates Give Advice to SSMU

by Maggie Lizer-Hasof

Dear SSMU representatives at McGill University, We recently caught wind of the election hoopla. Yes, you guessed it, we were just as entrenched in the SSMU elections as you were.

As a result, the four front-runners of the U.S. Presidential Elections, Ben Carson, Hilary Clinton, Bernie Sanders, and Donald Trump, want to give you their two cents on ‘organized’ government. You never know, maybe a few pointers from the democratic experts will get you somewhere. Without further adieu, or adios as our soon-to-be-blockedout-by-a-wall friends say, here are some tips to get you through the rest of the school year.

Carson: So far, I’ve accomplished a lot throughout my campaign. Firstly, I’ve made it clear that not all stereotypes are accurate; namely those about brain surgeons. Secondly, I’ve proven that no governmental experience isn’t an issue when running for president. My lack of experience has been my greatest selling point, just check the polls! My advice to the SSMU representatives of McGill is to not take everything so seriously; If you have experience great, if not, don’t sweat it. Trust me, I’m a brain surgeon.

Own up to the fact that you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing. Just like Socrates once said, “Fake it until they elect you into a term based position of power.”

With some luck, and several super PACs behind you, it’ll be fine. Just remember that, at the end of the day, it’s ok to be completely clueless, just look at how far I’ve come!

P.S. Did you know that judicial review isn’t a newspaper for lawyers?

Clinton: Youthful SSMU representatives of McGill University. Unlike the rest of my fellow candi-dates, I understand you guys. I know what it’s like to be fun. Think of me as Regina George’s mom in Mean Girls; I’m the “cool” presidential candidate out of the bunch, corroborated by the fact that I just made a hip and current reference to a movie you kids love.

That’s why I’ve come up with two pieces of advice that will make you the best representative you can be.

First and foremost, do anything it takes to be the coolest. That means appearing on SNL more times than the words, “I did not have sexual relations,” came out of my husband Bill’s mouth. You need to suck up your pride. Look at me, Miley Cyrus and I get our suits tailored at the same place, and I just change my ringtone to “Trap Queen” by Fetty Wap. Hipness is paramount to being a leader. Right after being cool is proper communication, and that means Snapchat. Not only is it “in” right now, no matter what you send will delete itself automatically.

This is crucial. It’ll save you a lot of trouble in the long run, trust me.

Can you imagine where the Clinton’s would be right now if Snapchat existed in Bill’s term? When it comes to covering your tracks, trust Hillary.

Sanders: Senator Bernie Sanders is unable to contribute to this article due to certain technical diffi-culties.

According to his press secretary, as of just yesterday, Senator Sanders made the switch from telegram to email. After forgetting his password for the nth time, Gmail deactivated his ac-count. Nevertheless, those of you who still wish to contact Senator Sanders are encouraged to do so through your local post office or carrier pigeon.

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Trump: Let’s face it, I’m HUGE. Any lifeform with a TV remote knew who I was before any of this campaign business. People come up to me everyday asking me, “Mr. Trump, how are you so brave? How are you so fearless? How do you get your hair to be that perfect color of tange-rine orange? What does it taste like?” My response is one word: TRUMP. TRUMP is an acronym I’ve created to advise me when life throws a curveball; based on my current ratings, I’d say it works!

Therefore, future Trumpian, I pass on this sacred acronym unto you.

T stands for tough. Be strongwilled. Unleash that inner orangutan and knock everyone else to the curb. R stands for Ronald Reagan. I don’t know what he’s done, I sure as hell know he never hosted a world famous reality TV series, but Reagan is a magic word for Republicans. Like Beetlejuice, if you say Reagan’s name three times, another supporter will appear right in front of you. It works wonders. U stands for unbreakable.

Unbreakable like the wall I plan on building to keep unwanted Cheech and Chongs out of my country.

You should do the same if you’re worried about those concordians looking at you funny. M stands for misogynist. I’m not quite sure what this word means, but women yell it at me when they’re riled up. As long as it gets their Hello Kitty panties in a bunch, it’s good enough for me.

P stands for perpetually tanned.

Don’t kid yourself. No one wants to look at a pasty face. Especially with Montreal’s intense win-ters, I’d definitely invest in a daily trip to the tanning bed.

We hope that the featured advice has been helpful. If you have any comments and concerns contact us at: wehonestlycouldntcareless@gmail.com.

December 1st, 2015

McGill Closes its Doors for Unsuspecting Student

by Drew p. Weiners Stressing the importance of keeping McGill’s McConnell Engineering Building as a “highly regarded sanctuary for all things engineering and cool hightech shit,” Dean Tim Micell officially announced the third expulsion within the General Engineering Class of 2019. First year student Chris Dubois ’19 was reportedly cited for furiously and impatiently attempting to pull McConnell’s ‘push’ lobby doors as he exited the building’s first floor.

Barista Dan of Dispatch was there when the scene unfolded late last week. He explained that Dean Micell was conducting a personal tour of the engineering facilities to a group of prospective students when the incident occurred. “The dean was boasting the ‘student’s prestige in the Engineering faculty,’ as the awestruck tour-group watched the kid try to figure out the door,” said Barista Dan. “Micell frantically rerouted the tour to MacDonald with a look of anger and distress.”

The announcement came the following Monday as an extension of the weekly EUS Pipeline.

Undergraduates in all departments were informed of

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the administration’s decision and were clearly notified that this sort of behavior within the faculty will not be tolerated.

Later the very same Monday afternoon, students gathered on the footsteps of the Redpath Museum to rally against Micell’s actions. One demonstrator, who only gave the pseudonym “Student” in fear of her own expulsion, explained that this directional confusion is a daily occurrence experienced by most first years and (albeit hammered) fifth years alike. “I was in FACC 100 with Chris that day,” she told the Faucet, “He was pretty nervous for our in-class debate today.

He actually shat his pants during the presentation!

Or maybe it was during the door fiasco? The poor kid...have you no mercy Micell!?” A #RememberChris banner was fluttering in the distance as Student wept tears of empathy.

The Faucet decided to reach out to the Engineering Undergraduate Society on whether or not they would defend Dubois in this dubious affair, to which no reply was given. However, the EUS later released a statement that a committee would be formed to discuss Dubois’ ethical motives, racial incentives, and yearbook eligibility.

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Basic Bitches Marginalized this Halloween

by Jonah Ryan-Davis When U2 political science student Lauren Davis stepped out of her Uber on Halloween night, she was in for quite a fright. “I was just trying to turn up at Tokyo, but I had no idea it would be such an awful experience!” Contrary to popular belief, biddies like Lauren have feelings in addition to the emojis plastered on their Facebook timelines.

“I looked around and saw that I was the butt of everyone’s joke”, she explained as she described the various offensive costumes she encountered throughout the evening. “One girl was wearing Uggs and Juicy leggings, holding a yoga mat and a pumpkin-spice latte... Maybe to her it was a costume, but, like, I wore that exact same outfit on my way to Zumba on Tuesday.”

Another case she described was draped in a Canada Goose™ jacket, sporting a bandwagon Jays hat. “I mean, growing up in the GTA... these things are just part of my culture– like, my heritage. And it’s so not cool when someone pretends to be a part of it, pretends to understand me.” She recalls taking a Snapchat to capture her anger, only to receive complements about how well her “totally basic” iPhone 6S case complemented her costume.

The only breadcrumbs Ashley left behind kept thinking I found Ashley and the girls, but it always ended up being just another group of girls in white tanks with neon bras and hot pink sunglasses.” She found her way out of the club as the room was lit up for a brief moment; the surrounding crowd took advantage of the brief visibility to snap a pic for their Instas. Feeling dejected, Lauren walked home, apparently “not drunk enough” due to the long lines for neon-coloured candyflavoured shots at the bar. “I mean, like, I’m basic... but those girls were just such bitches!”

Instead, she ended her night quietly, opting for a late-night Timmie’s run hastily ordered in broken Frenglish.

Frustrated, Lauren tried to find solace in her friends, but found herself lost in a maze of homogeneous party-goers. “I

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In a related incident, U3 management student Chad Brooks Braddington felt targeted this Halloween by people he initially assumed to be on his side. “I was decked out in my favorite Dion Phaneuf jersey and saw a bunch of other guys wearing similar costumesswag,” he explainsed. “I walked up to them to ask which players they were dressed as, but they ended up chirping me for what I was wearing... I was rattled.” As it turns out, these other students weren’t dressed as their favorite Maple Leafs players, but in fact they were deridingly dressed as Maple Leafs fans. “I mean come on dude, you can’t just make fun of someone’s beliefs like that,” Chad responded, and then added “Fuck yeah Leafs! We totally have it in the bag this year!”

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A Brown Building Bureaucracy

by Laurent Chenet Mason Burns

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Last Thursday, the sun rose on a new administration in the Brown Building. Mason Burns narrowly became the oldest president of the United Daycares of Brown, at the ripe age of 4 years and 7 months, narrowly beating the senator from Table 1, Borna Vaha. The race for the big boy seat will be remembered with a shudder however, as it was what analysts are calling, “the most disgusting campaign in recorded history”.

In case you were living under a rock and have not been up to date on the Brown’s Building most important elections, here are a few of the incidents:

Recount: Critics of Burns cried for a recount mere seconds after the race was called. Claims were made by Vaha’s campaign team that Burns paid election officials in M&Ms to direct pro-Vaha voters to the bathroom instead of the voting booths. Burns dismissed these allegations quickly, stating that he had no control over the miniscule bladder size of the voting population.

Scientists confirmed that the bladder size of the voting population was in fact, small.

Fecal Matters: A hot button issue for this campaign was defense against the chemical attacks that have plagued the daycare center. Citizens insisted both candidates make a statement on the incredulous amount of flatulence that has become a regular occurrence. Nigel Ferguson, the leader of the terrorist organization leading these attacks, still roams free; not a day spent in timeout, and people are demanding answers. Pressure has been put on Burns to fix these in the remainder of his presidency. Vaha claims that Burns is “just not ready” to deal with a problem of this magnitude. Civil unrest is becoming increasingly evident, particularly towards Burns; the words “just not ready” (or that’s what it’s being interpreted as) was smeared in a brown substance on the bathroom wall. Mr. George Krapolski claimed responsibility for the vandalism, and is now serving a hefty 30 minutes of timeout for his heinous crimes. This was merely a symptom of a much larger need for dietary regulation during snack time, but neither candidates have made a statement on the matter.

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Table 2 Senator Burns used his personal notepad to pass notes to Susie, the attractive young senator from Table 4, instead of the regulated Brown notepad.

This caused an uproar of biblical proportions; cries of “he can’t be trusted!”, “those sticky notes weren’t secure, what an idiot!”, followed by actual cries (the news conference often cut into nap time). Luckily for Burns, his father arrived just in time to pick him up.

Despite the mudslinging and slandering of this campaign, the bathroom humor, the namecalling (most notably, “poopyface”, “butthead”, and “Dummy McDumdum”), the recount was validated and the decision finalized.

A teary-eyed Burns met his constituents on Wednesday afternoon with the First Stuffed Animal, Mr. Pickles, by his side. Due to the nail-biting nature of the race, the victor was revealed at nearly 9 PM; Burns sniffled to the crowd that he “wanted to go *sniff* take a sleepy-time”, but thanked them for their support nevertheless.

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Back to the Future Character Briefs

by Daniel “Great Scott” Galef This year marks the thirtieth anniversary of the beloved 1985 sci-fi classic, Back to the Future, as well as being the year time-traveled to from 1985 in the sequel. The series has obviously been getting a lot of well-deserved press (including a wonderful technology column from the only other half-decent campus publication, the McGill Tribune), somewhat tempered by the American election hubbaboo and the deluge of Facebook posts about What’s-his-name Trump or Whomsoever Sanders or whichever candidate-of-the-week has caught people’s fancy over a year before the polls. My advice is: Don’t let this distract you from enjoying your eighties nostalgia portraying a bright and shiny future 2015 full of robots, flying cars, Jetsons lawsuits, and a complete lack of political intrigue. So you can return to BTTF2 (as awful people call it) for that, or for a necessary distraction from media-saturating debate reactions and political barbs from Hillie and Bernie and Markie and Donnie, plus those others. For whatever reason, a lot of people will be watching or rewatching Back to the Future Part II this year, and not all can be bothered to go back and rewatch the first installment. To that end, the Faucet has put together a brief character sheet going summarizing a few of the more important characters in the series, so you’ll be all caught up with who’s who and who isn’t.

Doc Brown:

An older, rather eccentric genius laboring for decades in relative obscurity. He has some pretty far-out-there ideas, but his work definitely shows the potential to majorly affect the future. Although definitely up there in years, for some reason oddly popular with the younger crowd, who, despite his age and blatant outof-touch-ness, see him as cool. Speaks eloquently but over-enthusiastically and with a very exaggerated style, swearing on occasion to great effect because of the contrast (“When this baby hits 88 mph, you’re going to see some serious sh*t!”). His goal is to desperately try to set right the natural order, which has become unbalanced, leading to the unjust distribution of wealth and even the endangerment of life. Unlike many of his rivals, he is not wealthy. Others in his field have called him crazy, but he maintains that he is merely severely misunderstood. The media pay him no attention. Tall and somewhat messily dressed, he has a shock of distinctively messy white hair.

Marty McFly:

Another character who was in the films.

Hillary Clinton:

I can’t remember if she was there or not, but I think she was the school principal.

Biff Tannen:

A powerful, outspoken middle-aged man, who is mean and xenophobic, yet has ways of getting what he wants; he’s weirdly popular, having made the masses love him. In at least one reality he is incredibly wealthy and successful and owns a number of hotels and casinos (although his wealth was ultimately acquired via underhanded means). Verbally, he has very strong opinions, but a tendency to become overly emotional and crudely insult whomever he’s talking to. Also has developed a reputation for verbal gaffes and blunders that he later regrets (“Leave! It’s ‘make like a tree and leave!’ You sound like a d*mn fool when you say it wrong!”) One of his most troubling goals is that he wants to get rid of people he sees as a nuisance, often by means some would

call illegal. He marries a beautiful and buxom woman who probably wouldn’t have given him the time of day were he, say, an auto mechanic, while his children/grandchildren take after him to an almost unsettling degree, looking, speaking, and acting identically to him. His hair is also characteristic: it is blond, but thatchy, and styled into a ridiculous swoopy rug.

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A Flashback to SSMU 2008

With all the ruckus caused by our near VP Internal victors Lou Bernardi and Jason Rutman, one must wonder if this is the first time Engineers have thrown a gear in the election machine. As it so happens, there was a similar case back in the SSMU Elections of 2008 where one Kevin Chambers, current PPO alumni, performed a similar farce. Stripped down to

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his boxers mid- debate, Kevin used his wit and wile to demonstrate the outright silliness of the process.

Below is an article from the McGill Daily at the time summarizing the events that transpired; I know what you’r ethinking, and put the lighter down. This is a worthwhile read, and I hope it might insight future candidates to follow the lead our brave engineers, Jason, Lou, and Kevin.

Karate Chops and Boxer Shorts at the SSMU Debates

by Bernard Rundy Despite the high-minded talk, debating isn’t abou right or wrong answers. It’s about making your opponent look bad. I say this with the shameful authority of a reformed high-school debate champion. People will use the cheapest arguments, so long as they’re believable. That’s why competitive debates remind me of public arguments with a significant other- the only difference is that the people have scorecards, and there’s no chance of makeup sex.

That bloodsport mentality is why I quit my highschool debate team.

It’s also why I’m writing this from the SSMU executive debate – being a rhetorical gladiator isn’t fun, but watching other people argue can be very entertaining. Debates are daytime talk shows for those of us wtihut cable.

But that’s not what I’m seeing right now. All of the candidates are unbearably civil: they’re not even making eye contact with their opponents, much less going for the throat. So far the only thing they’re competing at is butchering the French language. It’s barely underwhelming, and my edito is yawning on the other side of the room. His boredom is contagious, and I began to feel myself sinking into a vegetative state as I write thi…

Scratch that. Someone just showed the crowd his underwear.

And this time it wasn’t Jake Itzkowitz.

One of the VP Internal candidates is giving his closing statement in boxer

shorts, and doing a surprisingly good job of it. Maybe that shouldn’t be surprising. After all, the VP Internal doesn’t have to be the next Abe Lincoln – they just need to keep the beer flowing at Frosh, OAP, and SnowAP. When you need someone to throw a party, you don’t choose a smoothtalking politician. You choose the Irishman with an election sign taped to his crotch and a cartoon leprechaun mooning you from his lab coat. And that man is Kevin Chambers, U4 Engineering.

But there’s more to Chambers than boxer shorts and a smutty lab coat. He’s a man with a vision for the future: a jungle gym on lower field, a t-shirt launcher built by engineering students, and “Japanese-style cubby hole nap stations” in the Shatner building. Chambers also shares my desire for ferocity in campus politics: he believes that executives should be chosen by paintball tournament.

Here’s an excerpt from a brief interview with Chambers, where we discussed some of his qualifications: McGill Daily: So do you think you can out-drink the other VP Internal cnadidates?

Kevin Chambers: Come on, I’m both Irish and an engineer.

MD: Fair enough, now your paintball idea was good, but the SSMU budget probably won’t cover the equipment.

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What about a knock-down, drag-out, bare-knuckle brawl with the other candidates= how would you do in that situation?

KS: They’d all be on the ground in less than a minute.

MD: That’s pretty cocky….

KC: I’m a black belt.

I’m not writing to endorse a specific candidate, but rather to emphasize the importance of martial arts and boxer shorts in this election. Especially the latter – The Daily occasionally prints a photo of a certain SSMU executive without pants. This year, let’s pick one who doesn’t wear a thong.

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Nick, more commonly known as Mr. Red Green is demonstrating his sheer lack of regard for mere mortals. He will drink the planet dry, given the opportunity