...and like that, his free lunch was gone.

Poor Eppy...actually, nope, don't feel sorry for the guy. Last race, last rap, last straight-away. I held a slight lead against Knarf and was 2 seconds away from crossing the finish line. Eppy trailing plenty behind in third place, hoarding a blue shell, decided, "hey, I'm gonna launch this sucka and ruin my chance at a free lunch next week.". And that's what he did. Blue shell zeroes in on me, knocks me into the air, and Knarf streaks by to take the checkered flag, and with that, the free lunch from Taco Cabana. When the final tally showed on the screen, Eppy was not a happy camper. If he had only held on to that shell, he would have been the victorious one. Instead he's a Sad Sally.

Mario Kart....Woo Hoo

This blog is intended to document the lunches that are kart.

I believe introductions are in order. We are three friends who gather on a some what regular basis during their lunch "hour" (we're crazy sometimes and go over an hour) and engage in some blue-sparking, red shell throwing, and lightning bolt...bolting? You will see daily scores, overall scores, daily recaps, possibly some trash talking, cheat accusations, and with a little bit of smarts, some actual gameplay footage, and game player action vids. Should be good times.