My juniors decided that talking about the death and decay of the Gothic period of literature deserved a good send off. They brought in a cooked crawfish that had sat in someone's locker for three weeks and hung it in the room. They explained that it had achieved a high level of death and decay.
At least they learned something.
We named it Edgar Allen Lobster.
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You are a loon!
Wow - I actually think that visual made my morning sickness come back with a vengence.
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