Dropping (F-)Bombs
Wednesday, January 31st, 2007A couple weeks ago, AJ and I went to the local Food and Entertainment Restaurantorium for some crappy grub and a seizure-inducing night of video games and skee-ball. It is always a danger taking him to these places because the dangling carrot of Zombie Attack and NASCAR Race For the Cup grate on his 5-year-old’s patience while we wait for food.
It’s not just his age which contributes to fidgety whininess, but also his genetic makeup as I too am guilty of quick irritability when I deem events progress unnecessarily slowly. True to form, the Restuarantorium wait staff soon put me on What The Fuck Is Your Problem Tilt.

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