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 16, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- September 16, 2015
It was when the the bacon jumped from the fridge and squealed right out the door that Abe called his therapist, an exorcist and his haberdasher.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- September 15, 2015
Arnie should just be thankful that the order was closer to being correct this time, over when he received all those fish bowels in his mailbox that time.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- September 11, 2015
The driver didn't notice the accident until they had reached the Grand Canyon 300 kilometers away (or 1,400 leagues for you Americans). He covered it up by throwing all the stick bodies into the canyon. To this day, just outside of Las Vegas, you can still hear the body-less heads playing license plate bingo.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- September 10, 2015
Dracula and Nosferatu almost caught that bloodmobile, but just as they grabbed the bumper to pull themselves up, a transport truck shipping crosses and garlic overturned in front of them. The Elder Vampires still talk about the one that got away. The young vampires have noticed that the truck has gotten bigger and bigger with each telling over the years.
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.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- September 8, 2015
And of course after hibernating all summer, the school house greedily satiated himself on all those delicious children. Later he passed the indigestible bones and Beanie Boo eyes into the soccer field, you know where all those sunflowers grow now.
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