Augusta steals more food:
this week, the new kid's mom brought him a meal from Kentucky Fried Chicken for
lunch. It contained more food then he could eat in an entire day. There were 3
pieces of chicken, a biscuit, mashed potatoes, pudding and a big ass soda pop.
She set everything up for him; buttered his roll,
cut up bites of chicken, put spoons in his pudding and potatoes. She then left.
Augusta swooped towards him like a vulture. I was temporarily distracted by
questions from the bitchy lunch money lady, and dealt with her for about 5
After I deal with her shit, I walk over to the
new kid, and notice that his lunch, in its entirety, is gone. Even his soda pop,
I ask him how he ate his lunch so fast. Tyler,
who is sitting nearby, points at Augusta, and says, "No he didn't eat it, the
Kentucky Fried Fat-Ass over there did."
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