Spork
School is exceptionally boring today. You sit at the cafeteria table contemplating starting a food fight, but the prospect of another week of detention with Mr. Smellbad seems too much to bear.
Suddenly, you notice a spork packed deep within your lunch bag. Perfect! It is not a fork. It is not a spoon. It is a man made aberration of nature. With nothing better to do, you decide to spread one of your hands out on the table and stab the spork between your fingers. Hey, it is not dangerous, but it does hurt a little when you hit a finger. It certainly beats 20 minutes of mind numbing conversation with your lunch pals.
How long can you spork?
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