Actually, mainly lunch punch. The phenomenon thats sweeping the country at a rate dictated by how quickly I can tell people about it.
It's simple really, but beautiful in it's simplicity.
Step One: Wait for a friend to buy lunch, preferably something with a high viscosity content. For example a pie or a yogurt.
Step Two: Punch the shit out of their lunch.
And there it is. The 'lunch punch'.
If ever I'm bored or sad, say for example I just found out that I got a bad mark in a university assessment I don't care about, I like to bitterly take it out on my friends by ruining their lunch, and by extension, the key to their ultimate survival in this our lives; the race to a mortgage.
Fuck I love mortgages.
Because I speak really good French, like basically fluent and sometimes I have to help my French friends with talking, I know that the word 'mortgage' roughly translates as 'a measure of death'. Mort means death and gage means measure. See? These are all facts.
Obvious.
Georgie is going to knock you clean out one of these days; he told me.
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