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Pubis Returns for a Farewell Tour
Yes, long gone are the days when crows would swoop down to steal Vinnie's woolly hair to insulate their cold nests. (Little did they know how flammable it was.) Long gone are the days of the Pubis burger. Hell, even if he was still around, the Galaxy has closed; there truly is nothing left here in New Jersey. (But any place that serves roast beef gravy that tastes like butterscotch pudding does not deserve a place next to fine establishments such as Domino's Pizza and Monster Beverage anyway.)
After trying to explain that there was a mix-up at DMV for several minutes, the evil group of Crows in George's apartment had gathered on the balcony to oversee the fiasco and laugh. And in the midst of it all, Vinnie pulled into the parking lot, squeezed his way in front of the officer, leaned in my car window, and kissed me. I suppose soon he'll be sending us pictures of little woolie children... but hey, let's not push him. After all, buddy, "Alphi Chi Rho is here to help."
—Rod West, Epsilon
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During
the summer of 1998, Pubis returned from Seattle to bid farewell to New
Jersey (not forever, we hope) before marrying his sweetheart, Lorrie.
In Pubis style, of course, on Halloween.
I
remember the day of Pubis's return well. We were all gathered in George's
apartment awaiting Vinnie's arrival when I realized I needed batteries
for my camera. I decided to drive to 7-Eleven—just a few blocks away—with
Ralph. Of course, even a short trip involving Ralph and I can turn into
a disaster: I was followed and consequently pulled over in George's parking
lot by an officer of the law. (That was due to an inspection sticker the
was the WRONG COLOR!! Thanks, DMV.) 
