This week's object of love and not-so-platonic baritone affection goes out to our fearless junior baribabe, Switch. Switch, being the resident artsy-crafsy type (she can color inside the lines, unlike our fearless leader nut), was tasked with bestowing upon our section shirts a phrase of wisdom and knowledge. This phrase would thereafter (ironically) shake the band to its very bowels.

BARITONE DIARRHEA

The exact translation is actually 'middle-sound stomach pisser', but who's keeping track?

Hats off to you Switch, our picasso and muse of baritone sweetness and general butt-kicking. Remember, it don't have to be pretty, it just has to be loud... so you might as well soil yourself in the process.

Oose