Peach Rain
Filling a plastic spoon with the syrup from canned peaches and launching it on the unsuspecting lunchroom.
Mauro: For the love of God! Mystery meat and peaches again!
Heath: Grab your umbrella, because the forecast calls for the extremely unheralded return of the Peach Rain!
Mauro: Say what now?
Heath: Incoming!
Mauro: God, I love the smell of Peach Rain in the morning!
Heath: True dat!
Mauro: Word to my niggas!
Heath: Say What now?
Heath: Grab your umbrella, because the forecast calls for the extremely unheralded return of the Peach Rain!
Mauro: Say what now?
Heath: Incoming!
Mauro: God, I love the smell of Peach Rain in the morning!
Heath: True dat!
Mauro: Word to my niggas!
Heath: Say What now?