Untitled 4 aka A Pickle for Your Thoughts

Staring down the barrel of the weekend, Mr. Anonymous paced, turned, and fired. The words shot from his mouth and pierced the ears of all around. This vigilante had found his mission. He was about to attempt a change of school policy: the administration of OTC medication, also referred to as ibuprofen. All was going as planned, until...

"I went and talked to the principal today, and we still have a pickle to solve."

Shot down.

To tide things over until monday, a classic conversation.

Anonymous: "Looks like I threw a little out over there."

Me: "What do you mean?"

Anonymous: "Over there on the floor, I threw a little out."

Me: "Huh??????"

Anonymous: "I burped and a little something came out. But don't worry, I cleaned it up."

Truth. Confession. Gamer.