They would literally fill the bowls with BBQ sauce or ranch like it was soup.
The vomitous odor that poured out of the pot when the lid was opened was like something out of an H.P. Lovecraft novel.
Jason Hoffman/Thrillist
Like the fairy godmother of stupid student antics, Brent walked around to all the dorms with his cart of trays.
They had to just buy all new trays and they were kept in locked cabinets except during certain meal times.
After a long pause, I slowly responded with the only thing I could think to say, "One is beef… and one is pork…?"