I got out of my afternoon class and wanted nothing more than to grub, grab a nap, and let my brain rest up a bit before hitting the library later. The walk home is about ten minutes, so I decided to call my mom and see how the homestead was holding up. She starts telling me some story about some lady she met who knows someone who goes to my school, and how when he was a kid he accidentally put a golf club into the face of some girl I dated and how her new hairdresser was in the same sorority as my sister, and whatever other gossip she could vomit into her blackberry. She was in the middle of a sentence about the sudoku she did that morning when I stopped her. I looked down at what I pulled out of the microwave and stared embrassed/disgusted/terrified/amused at my lunch.
"Okay Mom I'm sorry but this is ridiculous. I was kinda on autopilot while you were talking, and I just pulled something really embrassing from the microwave. I have 2 slices of Hawiian pizza with a huge bite out of them. There's little dimples where the pineapple pieces used to be, and the slices are resting on a ripped up side of a miller high life beer box."
Thats my son
Hella College
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