Today when I walked into my alternative sexualities class I saw something I dread every time I close my eyes. The teacher had brought in a new anti-covid measure (2030 btw). The Forklift he used to bring it was still running idle at the back. I started sweating as I sat down and gazed over at the 700lb beast that was his so-called Corsi-Rosenthal box. He had already reinforced his desk with steel support beams and was in the process of finding an outlet for a power cable thicker than Amy Schumer's thigh, oops it's current year so I can't make fun of fat women. I start shaking. I keep telling myself I'm going to be alright and that there's nothing to worry about. He somehow finds a fucking outlet. Tears are running down my cheeks as I send my last texts to my family saying I love them. The teacher starts the lecture, and he turns the box on, which is connected to his N9000 mask through some tubing. The colored lights on his RGB Backlit rapidPCR test flare to life like a nuclear flash, and a deep humming fills my ears and shakes my very soul. The entire city power grid goes dark. The classroom begins to shake as the massive fans begin to spin. In mere seconds my world has gone from vibrant life, to a dark, earth shattering void where my body is getting torn apart by the 150mph gale force winds and the 500 decibel groan of the cooling fans sucking air through the filter faster than President Kamala sucked off every member of congress in a train to finish her appointment, which is totally acceptable now. As my body finally surrenders, I weep, as my school and my city go under. I fucking hate gaming college.
That isn't lasagna, that's cake.
It's not cake, i made it myself
Did you add gelatin to your tirmisu?
no that would be weird
>Oh my god, it even has the crunchy bits around the outside
i sent the pic to a friend and he said "why is there cum at the bottom".
i feel attacked
Today when I walked into my alternative sexualities class I saw something I dread every time I close my eyes. The teacher had brought in a new anti-covid measure (2030 btw). The Forklift he used to bring it was still running idle at the back. I started sweating as I sat down and gazed over at the 700lb beast that was his so-called Corsi-Rosenthal box. He had already reinforced his desk with steel support beams and was in the process of finding an outlet for a power cable thicker than Amy Schumer's thigh, oops it's current year so I can't make fun of fat women. I start shaking. I keep telling myself I'm going to be alright and that there's nothing to worry about. He somehow finds a fucking outlet. Tears are running down my cheeks as I send my last texts to my family saying I love them. The teacher starts the lecture, and he turns the box on, which is connected to his N9000 mask through some tubing. The colored lights on his RGB Backlit rapidPCR test flare to life like a nuclear flash, and a deep humming fills my ears and shakes my very soul. The entire city power grid goes dark. The classroom begins to shake as the massive fans begin to spin. In mere seconds my world has gone from vibrant life, to a dark, earth shattering void where my body is getting torn apart by the 150mph gale force winds and the 500 decibel groan of the cooling fans sucking air through the filter faster than President Kamala sucked off every member of congress in a train to finish her appointment, which is totally acceptable now. As my body finally surrenders, I weep, as my school and my city go under. I fucking hate gaming college.
Monster Lasagna/10
What the fuck am I looking at
ai sloppa
if you couldn't tell you're an NPC and you REALLY have no right reproducing
>right
>reproducing
Foods layered in a container, frozen/refrigerated at least, then pulled out and dropped onto a plate whole.
That looks disgusting.
Looks kinda like Flan and Bread pudding had a baby
They sell lasagna in cans now?
Looks like when I dump out my grease collection cup I keep by the stove.
Looks like literal cheesecake
>verification not required
Looks like you froze a pan of barf and cut a slice out of it
Looks like you left a Cinnabon out on the counter for a few days
OP, I…
Ahhhhh! The Midwest!
good fucking lord man what did you do to that poor lasagna