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, September 9, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- September 9, 2015
You think the people on the ground had it bad? The widow McIntyre, in the apartment on the 87th floor, had a similarly shaped thing crash through her window. The more she tried to push it back out, the further into her apartment it went.
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