I will spare you a favourite cafeteria antic of an old friend and elementary-school classmate. Suffice it to say, it involved the meat from inside a hot dog and the fly of his trousers; he was even paddled once for doing this (which, subsequentially, made it the more hysterical).My best friend at the time could dislocate both shoulders, so she would lope around the lunchroom at school pretending to be the Elephant Man. Every time I see that poster it evokes the visceral memory of milk coming out of my nose...
I will spare you a favourite cafeteria antic of an old friend and elementary-school classmate. Suffice it to say, it involved the meat from inside a hot dog and the fly of his trousers; he was even paddled once for doing this (which, subsequentially, made it the more hysterical).
Definitely not as sexy as milk dribbling from your nose, but it's the only lunchroom memory I can relate without feeling ill.