And that's the story of how I ended up walking around campus with a can of Chef Boyardee's Mini ABCs & 123s with meatballs, going door to door begging for a can opener. So much for getting a hot lunch every day. I suppose I shouldn't look at gift donkey in the throat though, it will still be good for later. Despite the fact that its clearly an afternoon snack for kindergarteners, and I won't be getting any younger.
28 hours later...
"CURSE YOU CHEF BOYARDEE!!!"
"WHY MUST IT BE SO DIFFICULT TO GET AT THE YUMMY GOODNESS INSIDE YOUR CANS?!?"
"Y U NO EASY OPEN LID!?!?"
*bawls away holding the can up in front of the pagan shrine*
nuclear proliferation is for noobs, real men drink tomato sauce |
Time to go mix ranch dressing and a honey ham sandwich into clam chowder. Pasta man ain't got nothing on me.
Mwahahahhaha you had to go around campus begging for a can opener
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