People generally don’t appreciate it if you bring something live to school in your lunch. I guess maybe yogurt is the exception. Definitely not peanut butter and jellyfish.
Mmmmm! Peanut butter and jellyfish. The jellyfish gives it a nice tangy texture.
BPB & Jellyfish… yum! Still, if *that* tries to escape, well, not too surprising. But what if your yogurt tries to escape..? :-0
Well, I hate yogurt anyway. If mine wanted to escape, I’d let it.
Yea, I was thinking that would probably be tangy, kind of kills your taste buds with too much I bet, faster than rubarb anyway
strangely enough this reminds me of those little motion sensors that they sold in spy kits i would hide them outside my brothers room so every time he came out i could throw a pillow at him
That’s awesome, it looks like little kid Biff.e
He’d get along great with Calvin and Hobbes.
So school-age Biff was capable of contingency planning? What happened to that?
Who knows, it might have been Mrs. Biff who took care of that. This does seem like the sort of thing my mother would send me with…
What if the jellyfish stings you in the mouth? Will the usual remedy for jellyfish stings need to be used? And who would do it?
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Yeah, they hate the PB&JF, but green eggs and hamster didn’t go over too well either.
I’m gonna guess that this is odd food/drink containers week… Could you do “Odd foods” week next please. I wanna see chili ice-cream!
Sounds like the kind of lunches my mom used to make me….
My yogurt in my school lunches used to explode. Every day, I’d open up my lunchbox, and the inside of it was pink. Pink and gooey.
It was… uh… What’s a word that means the precise opposite of a pleasant surprise?
Li’l Biff returns! Yeah!
Looking at Biff’s lunchbox I’m reminded of a kid I went to school with whose father installed a transistor radio into his so that he could listen to it while eating lunch.
Live or smelly. I’ll never forget the time I brought pickled herring to school, the entire 3rd floor reeked of it since that’s where my locker was. All us Jews were salivating and everyone else was retching.
i don’t know, it was allways fun to bing in a chicken for lunch, bite its head off, pluck it, degut it, cook it, slice it, and then put it on a sandwich. altho it didn’t quite tast the same on the store bought bread
I never bring anything live with me. I usually eat at restaurants. The only exception of bring something live with me is taking the cats to the vet.
Yup, yogurt is alive. Good for you that you know some useful trivia, Chris.
Wow, that joke changed directions from what I expected pretty quick…
As you may notice, my name is a play on the word “jellyfish”. Here’s the story:
One night was feeling adventurous and made a tuna and jelly sandwich. This was tuna already made up with mayonnaise, so it sounds kinda iffy already, right? Well, by the combination of having tuna fish and jelly on that sandwich, my friend called it a “jellyfish” sandwich. And so the name stuck, henceforth I was the “Jellyfish”.
Now to the second half of the story, a few night later I was starting to get real drowsy while sitting at my computer and tried to type out “jellyfish”, and I thought I typoed, so I tried backspacing. My keys stick from time to time, so I didn’t backspace enough, producing the word “Jelellyfish”.
So this comic has special meaning to me and makes me El-Oh-El with delight.
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