Once upon a time there was a barn…
And in that barn there was a table.
At first, some of us were overzealous.
Too eager to play that game of ages.
Reluctant to let design trump
functionality.
Drunks.
But as the snow thawed and the spring
fast approached, the moist fingers of
nostalgia did worm their way into our
hearts and souls.
Create a memorial we must, they
thought.
And so, children, this special table
was brought into the barn to be
decorated with the likeness of its
owners.
But this table
became much more
than a table to its
trusty owners. It
was table, floor
decoration, bed,
bar, heart.
The centerpiece of our lives.
The table of our souls.
For times we’ll never forget…
…and times we’ll never remember.
It is a small table, yet there are those
who love it.
We have yearned to reclaim this
table. To bring it’s steady warmth
back into our lives.
But something horrible has
happened….
Strangers have usurped the table.
These interlopers have stolen the
very essence of our beings. Our
best memories. Our strongest
bond manifested in wood, sweat,
and tears.
So, what now, dear friends of mine? What now?
Nuke them?
Stand idly by and watch our
mammories memories be abused?
… or
ROAD TRIP TO HANOVER TO GET OUR FUCKING
TABLE BACK?
By Alexbus or by Dartmouth Coach, we will find
you. And we will take our table. And we will
make you cry. See you on the court, rookies.
XOXO,

A Bedtime Story

  • 1.
    Once upon atime there was a barn…
  • 2.
    And in thatbarn there was a table.
  • 4.
    At first, someof us were overzealous. Too eager to play that game of ages. Reluctant to let design trump functionality. Drunks.
  • 6.
    But as thesnow thawed and the spring fast approached, the moist fingers of nostalgia did worm their way into our hearts and souls. Create a memorial we must, they thought.
  • 8.
    And so, children,this special table was brought into the barn to be decorated with the likeness of its owners.
  • 10.
    But this table becamemuch more than a table to its trusty owners. It was table, floor decoration, bed, bar, heart.
  • 11.
    The centerpiece ofour lives. The table of our souls.
  • 12.
    For times we’llnever forget…
  • 14.
    …and times we’llnever remember.
  • 16.
    It is asmall table, yet there are those who love it.
  • 18.
    We have yearnedto reclaim this table. To bring it’s steady warmth back into our lives. But something horrible has happened….
  • 20.
  • 21.
    These interlopers havestolen the very essence of our beings. Our best memories. Our strongest bond manifested in wood, sweat, and tears.
  • 22.
    So, what now,dear friends of mine? What now?
  • 23.
  • 24.
    Stand idly byand watch our mammories memories be abused?
  • 25.
  • 26.
    ROAD TRIP TOHANOVER TO GET OUR FUCKING TABLE BACK? By Alexbus or by Dartmouth Coach, we will find you. And we will take our table. And we will make you cry. See you on the court, rookies.
  • 27.