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.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- January 19, 2015
As I am sure you are aware, this was no accident. Cube pushed Sphere. For years Cube had been paying into a life insurance policy for Sphere. This "accident" would garner Cube a large payday, plus Cube was well aware that Sphere made Cube the beneficiary to all the royalties from Pac-Man which was based on both Sphere's image and propensity for eating colourful ghosts.
However, in a twist, Cube did not know the main ingredient in the salad Sphere had made for their picnic, but did not eat, was hemlock. In moments Cube would be paralyzed, but with a fully awake mind. Cube would put two and two together and mutter, "Well done old friend, well done" through unmoving lips, before respiratory system shut down forever.
Of course their estranged son, Cuboid, would receive all the royalties from Pac-Man and Rubik's Cube until his spouse Prism offed him with a sawed off shotgun. She was not so elegant.
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