Thursday, January 29, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- January 29, 2015
The cheese won gold in Alpine skiing that year. It was a bittersweet victory as his body was sprinkled on top of over cooked spaghetti. In his place his lay-about stoner brother, a slice of American cheese, accepted his award. From that day on he wore that medal to bars every night asking innocent pieces of Gouda if they wanted to fuck a champion.