You are flipping through an issue of Columbia Chronicle before your afternoon class starts on a fairly comfortable chair in the library building. You had picked up the school paper off the coffee table to avoid falling asleep, because let’s be honest, the procrastinated paper and the empty Mountain Dew cans sprawling the length of your apartment impeded you from slumber. After scanning the headlines and smudging the print with your tired and sweaty palms, you find a nugget of humor on the last page. The faces are like truffles with opinions. Hilarious.