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.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- January 27, 2015
The happy little germs ran and ran all day until they landed on a subway pole, which was then touched by man with obsessive compulsive disorder, who literally bathed in a bathtub of Purell three times a day. That man died penniless and in great debt as it cost $17,280 a day to fill that tub.
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