One of the jocks here flagged me down in the hallway awhile ago and asked if I wanted a to-go lunch that had been delivered from a local restaurant. Seems they’d sent over some free lunches in boxes decorated with “Metallica!!!” and “Please stop playing Def Leppard!!!” and there was an extra one for me.

I ate it. It was pretty good. But now… Now I’m wondering if maybe I should have passed. I’m picturing the sandwich-making process, with Beavis and Butthead making a sandwich for their radio idol and … well, improvising as they go along.

Hmm… It didn’t taste funny…