a hearty lunch
In biology class, we were experimenting with fruit flies (which basically involved killing them all, as far as I could tell) on slabs of agar jelly (to keep them alive).

An hour later, eating my packed lunch, my chesse sandwiches tasted decidedly odd. I persevered, much to the amusement of my 'friends' at the table. In a moment of great comedy, Fred had put agar in my sandwiches. And chucked the cheese, which was worse.

Revenge was sweet when the next day he was sitting at a different table in the dining room and opened his lunchbox to find not the delicious ham sandwiches his mother had prepared, but instead a sheep's heart between two slices of bread.

No one fucked with my lunch again.
(trevorthecat, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 9:10, 3 replies)

I click
for insanely rapid and disproportionate escalation on your part.
(ThomsonsPier consumes, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 9:34, closed)

Fuckin' yes!
That's justice!
(ShitBitch, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 11:50, closed)

Meh?
You killed them all to keep them alive??
Bit like me really, I woke up this morning and I was dead.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 9:53, closed)