Heheheh... I had to code the title in binary to prevent the eyes of those I'm gonna mention from looking at this from my Facebook...

That, of course, stands for ketchup, or catsup, however the heck you wanna spell it. Me and my friends... Like ketchup. We like it so much that it's practically spilling out of our burgers and we still put more. And I don't see how that's a problem. Some people have chocolate, tea, coffee. We have ketchup. Apparently, some teachers and lunchladies that crawled out of a dark abyss (only the lunchlady is from hell, btw.) don't appreciate our liking it that much. Think of them as the father that doesn't want you to date their daughters. You keep on doing it, and they keep on jumping on you, telling you to get the holy heck outta their yard. But you keep on doing it. Dating the girl behind the daddy's back. Until one day, he calls the cops. And the cops give you hell for it.

We were told by, ahem, her, that we could still use the school's ketchup supply, as long as we use it moderately. she even compared us to a bunch of homeless people, saying that we should put it in brown paper bags; like the liqour the bums are carrying around. So we thought that we could use it. I mean if comparing us to a couplea bums means bring your own, well, how the heck is that a way to say it?! Plus, doesn't she know that McDonalds uses brown paper bags? If you're gonna insult somebody, do your research first!  Now, it's burger day again, we put our usual dump of ketchup on our burgers, considerably less as the LL from Hell told us to use it once then don't put a crapload more every bite, and guess what? She jumps at us! About 2 tables away, we sat down, put the ketchup on and less than a minute later, boom! Right there snatching the bottle from our hands. My burger was perfectly contained, nothing was spilling, but then she appeared outta nowhere like lightning fast and snatched the ketchup that I squashed my burger sending ketchup flying over my tray...

She sent me and my friend to the teacher's table and one of my other friends started crying... Probably 'cause he was the leader of this whole ketchup mess with all his crap about being a 'Burger Sensei'... Then she goes over to him, tells him to "stop being a baby," and that if he wanted, he could go "bawl his little eyes out in the washroom." So me and the guy that got sent to the other table, we couldn't do anything! Our friend was just sitting there, being attacked and our friend sitting beside him just sat there, probably pissing his pants... Now the principal sees this friend stifling back his tears outta the lunchroom and talks to him... Then after that talk, he had a talk with her. 

And that is good, as even though you are a teacher, you shouldn't bark like that at your students! Even if She doesn't have any feelings, the student sure as heck does! Me and my friend banished at the other table could've [should've] walked over there and told her to shut the heck up, but both of us promised our parents that there'd be no trouble sheets being sent home this year, our final year in school.
So that's pretty much it, me and the other banished friend had to do something like 20 minutes inside to help some teachers, and the principal had a talk with her. Hopefully that's the end of it, as we're all bringing our own ketchup next time, not in the bottles, like some homeless bum (like she called us), but in those packets, instead like people who have been 'banned' from a supply of blood ketchup.

Now thinking about it, this event isn't out of the ordinary... In a Seinfeld episode...

*Note: She is the antagonist... Didn't put her name down, so I can point fingers while not really doing so.