Well... Dad broke the last camels straw back with the bird in the bush and gathered no rolling moss tonight!! He went out of his way to toss the baby out with penny earned! He and Mom dined at Red Robin, home of the BOTTOMLESS FRY BASKET, and brought me home NOTHING!!! What a class-A dick with ears! Thats like going to Popeyes and not saving me the mashed potato and gravy bowl with a piece of biscuit, its a kin to going to Dunkin Donuts and not brining home a strawberry jelly filled for your canine buddy, its exactly like going to White Castle and forgetting to get a spare Slider and fries for your lifelong companion. He double ditched the dog tonight and I am hopping mad about it!
Would it have hurt to say, "Well yes young waitress, I will take that refill on the fries and... could I have a doggy bag." After all YOU HAVE A DOGGY WHO LOVES FRIES. Take a moment and THINK, you jerk!! Those meaty golden brown potato boats with a hint of season salt would have gone mighty good along side of Chin Dinner. Not to mention if there was a bite or two of a burger in that box. It chaps my ass like scooting on the floor with itchy butt.
Oh, I'll have my revenge on this one... round mound of Dadness. When you least expect it, know that I will be there handing it to you on a silver platter. If I have to poop a scale modle of Mt. Saint Helens in your shoe, or sneeze in your ice cream, or pee on your new shoes... I will have the final say in tonights "Fry Gate". You'd better sleep with one eye open, old man... cause Hell is coming to the Chin Cave and its black/white and RED ALL OVER FROM BEING PISSED!! Wouldn't it have been easier just to bring home the fries?
Would it have hurt to say, "Well yes young waitress, I will take that refill on the fries and... could I have a doggy bag." After all YOU HAVE A DOGGY WHO LOVES FRIES. Take a moment and THINK, you jerk!! Those meaty golden brown potato boats with a hint of season salt would have gone mighty good along side of Chin Dinner. Not to mention if there was a bite or two of a burger in that box. It chaps my ass like scooting on the floor with itchy butt.
Oh, I'll have my revenge on this one... round mound of Dadness. When you least expect it, know that I will be there handing it to you on a silver platter. If I have to poop a scale modle of Mt. Saint Helens in your shoe, or sneeze in your ice cream, or pee on your new shoes... I will have the final say in tonights "Fry Gate". You'd better sleep with one eye open, old man... cause Hell is coming to the Chin Cave and its black/white and RED ALL OVER FROM BEING PISSED!! Wouldn't it have been easier just to bring home the fries?