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 26, 2014
Lunchroom Larfs- February 26, 2014
The amusement park was a grand success for many months, until one day a sock entered the ride and never came out. Investigations were made into the safety and maintenance of the machine, the training of the staff and the general running of the business. Even though everything met regulations, the publicity was enough to greatly thin the crowds. Those thrill seekers who still ventured to the park quickly changed their minds after witnessing the widowed sock who sat near the ride weeping and moaning every day. Eventually Mr. Tighty-Whites shut down the park and now it only lives as a distant memory of old clothes that have since been cut up for rags and talk fondly of old times as they sit under the sink.
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