Lunch

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Yuoo hefe-a mede-a it thruoogh zee veek my leettle-a doompleengs. Cungretooleshuns!

Tudey's Menoo is:

Cheeckee-a in da beskee-a!

The Chef takes one of his chickens (named Gloria) and tosses her into the basketball hoop he has placed in the cafeteria. He obviously scores since he has been doing this since the seventies.

French Freees

Tacu Seled

S'mures!

Comments

Re: Sooooo NFB!

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip laughs and baps Victor on the forehead. "Is he married? He's fourteen years old, Victor. It's not a binding commitment. And anyway, it's a long distance relationship now." He grins. "If he really is committed, they obviously have an open enough relationship that allows them to stick their tongues down others throats." He took a sip of iced tea. "Talk to him about it. He obviously doesn't have a problem making out with ya. Maybe there's troubles on the front with his boyfriend?"

Re: Sooooo NFB!

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Maybe..." Victor said. "I didn't really think of that. But does that mean he's using me to get back at his boyfriend?"

Re: Sooooo NFB!

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip smirked. "Well, it's been known to happen. Personally, I highly doubt it. THat'd be a cruel thing to do to a person and it'd be very out of character for Walter to do something like that. He's not that kind of guy."

Re: Sooooo NFB!

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"That's good," Victor replied. He looked at his watch and saw that lunch was almost over. "We gotta get going," he said, gathering all of his trash onto his tray. "But thanks a lot, Pip. You're the greatest."