Something Anonymiss said [High Praise! and sandwich bacon to her] made me want to try out the phrase & see if it’ll stick.
For comparison, here’s what Michelle’s kids are eating at their fancy private school:
[reference link (some NSFW language)]
Something Anonymiss said [High Praise! and sandwich bacon to her] made me want to try out the phrase & see if it’ll stick.
For comparison, here’s what Michelle’s kids are eating at their fancy private school:
[reference link (some NSFW language)]
All the pictures at that link look like the food we had when I was in school, only smaller
The most hilarious part of the article is that the all-Japanese lunch was to commemorate Pearl Harbor Day – because nothing says “day of infamy” like celebrating the culture of the nation that attacked you.
Is that an actual picture of the Moochelle OhBummer anorexia menu? It seems like she’s put all school kids on a weight-loss diet.
No wonder kids are up in arms. They’re all, “We’re hungry! We wanna eat!” Whiners.
It’s conditioning them. They’re being conditioned for future bread lines and soup kitchens.
Thank you, Harvey. 🙂
@4 Nah…when they’re on food stamps they’ll eat like kings. Then they’ll be REALLY grateful to Emperor Obama for making that possible.
By the way, what is that hot-dog-bun-type thingy in the Michellunch?
@5 – Anonymiss – I think that’s melted cheese on some sort of sliced meat. That overdone bun is cutting my gums just from me looking at it. I remember how inedible that stuff was. Like trying to eat a giant burnt crouton.
@6 – Harvey – Thank you.
I guess my private school wasn’t fancy (at least back then; now, there’s a swim team, so IDK)–we ate fried bologna sandwiches, fried chicken patties, hamburgers, and hot dogs–and canned pudding (my favorite, even if the rings always broke off).
All you gotta do is turn down federal money for your cafeteria and *poof* the problem goes away; easier said than done when your county is poor enough that, by fiat, every student gets free breakfast (even if it’s a honey bun or a pop-tart).
Ah, the good old days … as I recall, Wednesdays were Sloppy Joe day.
Everyone was allowed two Sloppy Joe sandwiches. (plus fries, veggies, and desert.)
Most of the girls would only take one ’cause they were watching their figures, or ’cause they were really Big Sloppy Joes.
So Ray asked all the girls in our class if he could have their extra sandwiches one week.
He ended up eating 8 or 9 in less than an hour, and earned himself the nickname “Tapeworm”.