.....or in his closing and swollen throat.
Note comes home from the school today.
There's some little prick with a peanut allergy. What's that mean? Tough break for him? Let him spend 15minutes eating by himself before he joins his mates for recess?
No. No. No. No. No.
It means no more PBJ for the other 589 kids in the school, that's what it means.
Because the this genetic fucknut can't eat peanuts it means no one can. The school is a 'peanut-free' zone. No peanuts, no cracker jack, no peanut butter cookies or crackers or peanut butter cups. Nothing made with peanut oil or extract, no payday bars or any candy containing peanuts, etc., etc.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
So two 1st cousins from Geneva on the Lake breed and move west to my school district (all supposition on my part but it fits) and their genetic freak has mini strokes and swallows his tongue at the site or smell of peanuts and now the rest of the entire fucking school is forced to abide by this rule.
Ri-goddamn-diculous.
Some people in that school and in the district are about to be lit up in a hail storm of foul language and letters.



