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, February 23, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- February 23, 2015
In the spring the tree would sprout tiny bone shaped leaves. Children would then collect these from the ground in autumn and make Thanksgiving centerpieces to enjoy as they ate their turkey and cranberries while pretending to listen to their slightly racist uncle talk about how the city used to be a good place to live.
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