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.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- January 28, 2015
For quite some time the beavers were happy working for the surplus sticks and bark, then one beaver decided it was time to unionize. The workers and management played quite dirty. Old brochures for the Hudson Bay Company were left lying about the break room, while executive's desks where whittled down to nubs. This went on for months until everyone else in the world realized NO ONE NEEDS FUCKING TOOTHPICKS. Now the beavers are back in the creeks and rivers and the admin staff are filing for employment insurance.
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