There's no free lunch.

There's no free lunch.

Free the lunches! Too long they have been imprisoned in boxes and held captive in zip-loks! Let the cheese sticks march! Let sandwiches reign! Votes for Vegetables!

Ah yes, those were the salad days of protest. We were young then, full of baloney, trying too hard to catsup with those around us who always seemed to have more. I was quite a ham

but always ended up with egg on my face. Now it was the hot dog days of summer of protest. Everything was cheesy. The slogans didn't cut the mustard. The leaders beefed with

everyone who got up in their grill. The leaders landed themselves in a bit of a pickle because the event was becoming very seedy. Some might even say it was a little too saucy for

and chucked him like a piece of wood. Chuck Wood picked up Pete, the piece of wood, and chucked him to Sheila, who was selling seashells to Skip, a skunk on a stump The shells she

was selling were made in China, which angered Skip the skunk, who stumbled off the stump, fell onto the wood named Pete and caused him to get 24 stitches in his odiferous gland

alone. He received a total of 314 stitches across 41 different glands rendering him glandularly disabled. Skip the skunk rubbed his temples and attempted

one more time to channel the spirits with his severely damaged glands. He was successful, but the ghosts did take his stinky lil' soul.