Clown

So I suppose the true cliche is that the clown gets a pie in the face, but apparently cake was cheaper (and probably also more disgusting, especially when it gets in one's ears and nose.

I was a victim (albeit a willing one) of my junior's athletic prowess. The past week had been spirit week, with the class that had the most dressed up participants earning the right to throw a pie in the face of a teacher of their choice. Of course, knowing that my students would not win, I chose to spend the majority of the week trash talking and chiding them for their poor participation in spirit week. This was of course, before I realized that there were in fact four pies, the remaining three to be allocated based on the results of athletic competitions that, due to their size and experience, the upperclassmen have a distinct advantage. Thus, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you my just desserts...