So yesterday our school had a pie throwing contest to raise money for charity. The contest name is deceiving, for there was neither pie, nor throwing. There was however, pie plates, whip cream, and lots of rubbing and smearing.
My colleagues assure me that being gang-pied over and over again is a sign of affection.
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