I̶'̶m̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶e̶c̶e̶n̶t̶ I was a stay-at-home dad. Sarcasm is my crutch and cynicism my wheelchair. Lunchroom Larfs are cute/silly notes I put in my daughter's lunch everyday. Each night I write a disturbing caption to make them palatable to cynical adults such as myself.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Lunchroom Larfs- September 11, 2014
Of course this was a sexual fantasy for both the broom and the cat. The best the broom could hope for in reality was a shitty hand job from the owner of the house, like he was getting now. The cat on the other hand was only ever shoved off the bed at night, and left to pleasuring itself with it's own sand-papery tongue.
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