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 4, 2014
Lunchroom Larfs- September 4, 2014
The little aliens felt a sadness and anger that they had never felt before. They took revenge on that stove, and after breaching what they thought was a "death star" of sorts, were baked at 400°. They made a delicious souffle, which was not eaten as the cook's dinner guests cancelled last minute. The little aliens lifeless bodies were unceremoniously thrown into the compost bin.
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