In a startling turn of events, the Lunch Ladies have won Best Horror at the Film Leben Festival, and have passed out from the excitement.* Apparently, they awoke ten minutes later, mumbled "we're flipping speechless" and passed out again. This has gone on for a whole whole week. Said, Todd McSweeney, their pain in the a*s neighbor who lives two doors down: "Every day I have to call the coppers on the Lunch Ladies for being loud. Well, guess what? I haven't heard a peep fr

The Lunch Ladies are feeling smug after getting a second chance* to go to Germany; this time to the town of Ilmenau for the Film Leben Festival after duping programmers into believing they're the great nieces of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Apparently, the city is so beautiful Goethe named it as his favorite resort and visited often. In 1783 he wrote a poem called "Ilmenau" and later penned "The Wanderer's Nightsong II" and the 4th act of "Iphigenia" in Ilmenau. The Lunch La