Good grief, I have the same taste in home decor as Saddam.
"The doors of the town house opened to reveal a playboy's fantasy straight from the 1960s: mirrored bedroom, lamps shaped like women, airbrushed paintings of a topless blonde woman and a mustached hero battling a crocodile."
...well, except for the lamps and I'm not into mustached heros or ruling a country.
Cerebus: Barbarian, Prime Minister, Pope, Perfect House Guest.
"Graft is as necessary as throwing up when you drink too much."
Well, almost. In a few weeks. Regardless, what are your fondest memories from the nation's high school newspaper? Mine is from about 2 years ago, when a front page story (below the fold, but with a graph, thankfully) revealed this shocker: