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, February 11, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- February 11, 2015
Once Earth realized he had lice, he used a product called chlorofluorocarbon, and in only three short centuries all the lice had died. Then Venus let Earth back into the the bed with her.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- February 10, 2015
The earth always thought the moon was the perfect wing man. Turns out the moon ridiculed him behind his back to seem cool to the mean girl Venus.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- February 6, 2015
The impact of the giant snowball didn't hurt the other kids, but they did suffocate under all that snow. The other boy relished his victory and celebrated over hot cocoa.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- February 5, 2015
Even more traumatizing than getting her ears wrapped up with the gift, was that the recipient was a gift wrap tearer, not someone who gentle removes the tape.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- February 4, 2015
The baby bird kept wearing Humpty's lower body in order to walk into bait shops and purchase worms with Humpty's credit cards. However, after a few weeks the sickening smell from Humpty's rotting yolk and white prompted store owners to refuse service to the bird. Of course never really learning to find food on it's own or fly the bird was quickly eaten by a calico cat named Fluffernutter.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- February 3, 2015
The true tragedy was that the horse wanted his eggs scrambled, but the King's men pulled rank saying he was the "Master". Eventually after hearing that a few more times, the horse kicked the man to death.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- February 2, 2015
There are more than one way to skin a cat. He put his pants on one leg at a time. Due to his neighbor's severe dander allergy, he was indeed, something to sneeze at. Of course, curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity being the prostitute the cat refused to pay for services rendered. The cat was let out of the bag... at the morgue.
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