Sandwich...

Some people get strange cravings for stuff.
Like some prego ladies get cravings for laundry detergent. or chalk.

I believe that a certain guy in my English class has a strange craving for elephant dung.

Unfortunately for him and fortunately for everyone else, the nearest elephants are locked up in a zoo.
Fortunately for him and unfortunately for everyone else, he found something very similar.
Its a big nasty, triple-decker sandwich with a smell that could kill.

Yes. Everyday during the middle of class he whips out this monstrosity and lets the stench diffuse throughout the classroom. Sad, I know.

I think I found the recipe for his concoction...
First he takes 3 slices of bread that he baked in his armpit...

Then he thinly slices some meat off of some piece of decaying roadkill.

Then he digs up a ball of cheese that he keeps in his dirty clothes hamper and slices off a big ol slice.

I call this sandwich, the bane of my education, but you can call it whatever you want.

My english teach is really great and all but she doesn't. Say. ANYTHING.

I think that she's too in distracted by her love of teaching that she forgets that her students need to be living to teach them.

Oh, and one more thing.
He bounces.
When he eats the sandwich.
He bounces.


I would've put a picture, but it would've turned out inappropriate I think...