Did I ever tell you about the time I threw up a ball of grease? I think I did. It’s a good story. I’ll tell it again.
Throughout my entire high school career I ate the exact same thing for lunch. Every day. Every single day.
At noon, or whenever the bell went off that allowed me to run screaming from math class, I’d head to the cafeteria. Not “the caf”. I’m not a word shortener. I do not go to the caf. to get some fab. veg. for your info. I do not.