hard boiled farts

As Malcolm pointed out to me a minute ago.  I like to sit around and ponder how I could possibly be more gassy.

The answer was easily solved when the lunch lady held up a hard boiled egg and a stick of string cheese and asked me which I wanted.  She likes to give me free things because I am “very special cust-o-ma.”

With an evil cackle rattling around in my head I grabbed at the egg… and then added it to a bowl a chili.  Which, is when Malcolm walked up, and gave me that Motherly ‘you know you’re doing something wrong’ look.

I think in a few minutes I should go sit by his desk and just giggle every little bit.