Title: Lunch Table: YSWB

Summary: A group of kids at a lunch table discuss what a certain acronym for a school club means.

A/N: This is based off of a real event/discussion at my high school lunch table. Well, what I remember of it anyway.

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“Hey,” Derrick nodded his head at something behind Carla. “What does that mean?”

Carla spun around to look, as did the other two people sitting by her. There was a huge sign taped to the wall reading ‘Support the YSWB’ in big red letters and bold font.

“I don’t know.”

Carla shrugged and went back to eating her sandwich, picking out the onion slices. Conrad, who was seated to the left of Carla, swiped a rejected piece of onion and looked to the sign again.

“Your Socks Were Bitten.”

He said after turning around. Derrick raised his eyebrows.

“My what was what?”

“Your Sock Were Bitten. That’s what the sign means.”

“No, it’s most definitely Yellow Short Winos Bellowing.”

Josh, seated to the right of Carla, stated, wiping an excessive amount of mustard from his fingers. Which was funny, because he had pizza for lunch.

“Why were they bellowing?”

Carla questioned, sounding like an innocent kindergartener.

Josh thought for a second, this time picking up stray spaghetti noodles around his tray. Which was funny, because he had pizza for lunch.

“Because someone took all their wine, duh! Now they have to go through detox. And they’re short. I’d cry if I was short.”

Conrad ate another of Carla’s onions and looked over at Josh.

“I think you mean ‘withdrawal’.”

“Whatever.”

Josh brushed him off and then started cutting up his lasagna. Which was funny because, well, you know…

Carla turned to Conrad and whispered,

“Didn’t he have pizza for lunch?”

Conrad shrugged and stole another onion from Carla’s tray. Derrick stared at the sign for a while longer; studying it like it would be on the final exam.

“Your Sperm Will Burn.”

“What?!”

Conrad burst out and then started laughing as Derrick repeated what he had said a bit louder, causing the girls at the table behind them to look over with disgusted expressions. This just made them laugh harder.

“I don’t have sperm.”

Carla said quietly for her own amusement. She looked across to Laura, the only other girl at their table. Laura shrugged and stole Conrad’s milk from his tray.

As soon as Laura got the milk open, she blurted out,

“Young Slut Whipping Butts.”

Everyone looked at her; she hardly ever talked at lunch. Laura stared back and took a swig of Conrad’s milk rather confidently. As opposed to those who drink their milk rather unconfidently.

“That’s what it means, ‘Support the Young Sluts Whipping Butts’.”

The group nodded as if they were mesmerized (and in a way, they were). Yes, yes, this is the best choice for the sign, it’s all so clear now.

Conrad looked around.

“Dude, who jacked my milk?”

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