Friday, May 15, 2009

Um, thanks. I think.

I'm hanging out in the Foods teacher's room and she's talking about how some students stole some drinks, peanutbutter and lasagna noodles out of her classroom the other day.  I said something about how they probably were planning to make a peanutbutter lasagne.  One thing led to another and the conversation ended up with me promising to eat some peanutbutter, chocolate and marshmallow lasagna if they would just make it in class sometime.  At that deal, Liz (the "0" in 10 if you've been following my blog) looks at me and announces "That earns you a fat kid black belt."  And the next period they made me one out of duct tape (the belt, not the lasagna).  
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7 comments:

A Paperback Writer said...

Um, well, that's a dubious honor at best. I'm not sure if I should congratulate you or not here....

Max said...

The saving grace is that, I think, the honor had more to do with the fat content of the peanutbutter lasagna than my fat content.

Your Conscience said...

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What the fuck is wrong with peanut butter lasagna? What kid of anti-white-trashist are you, Brer Rossi?

You could have far worse things in your food, that's for sure...
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jmpnmark said...

Anyone that will go through so much for peanut butter lasagna is a..

Pastatute!!!!

Funaki-naki-naki said...

Dang it! Why couldn't you have eaned your Fat Kid Black Belt when we were still in school? You could have modeled it for us in class!

Max said...

jmpnmark - pastatute. That was good. lmao!

Funaki - I could wear it when we go for a cruise in the convertible....

Anonymous said...

You are so so welcome!
-The Foods Teacher ;)