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?
So we went to the Putt-Putt.
February 21, 2008 at 3:04 pm
[...] as Sarcastro’s kids… [...]
February 21, 2008 at 3:25 pm
gulp…
and i mean that in both ways…
February 21, 2008 at 4:20 pm
Look.
It’s Kennard.
February 21, 2008 at 5:34 pm
That comment made no sense. It was supposedto say look out for kennard. Clearly I am suffering a gaping headwound.
February 21, 2008 at 11:42 pm
That was your payback for [a href="http://sarcastro.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/sucks-to-be-you/"]this[/a].
February 21, 2008 at 11:43 pm
Let’s try that again. That was your payback for THIS.