a New Jersey tribute album with endearing specificity combined with lines so crisp they sound like they're fresh off the typewriter.
Dorm assignments at Notre Dame were supposed to be completely randomized, and somehow in my one wing (out of seven) of Keough, one of the fourteen men's dorms, there were nearly a dozen kids from the same elite high school in New Jersey. at some point, you tip your cap to the wiseguys and get out of their way.

I hope you made it through Christmas without being duped by Dr. Claw in a Santa suit.