Kids, we’ve driven 500 miles to the beach. It’s a miracle we made it after that harrowing short cut through Tate’s Hell State Forest. Go play in the surf while I numb myself with brown liquor in order to deal with your constant demands and ungrateful attitude.
Five seconds later…
We’re BORED!
All of this ocean, sunshine, sand, bicycles, kites, playgrounds and what have you isn’t capturing your interest?
No.
What do you want to do?
We want to go play Putt Putt.
We have Putt Putt at home.
So?


Posted by Sarcastro 

Posted by Sarcastro 

