Limon, I could have sworn I’ve seen you there before.
In response to your question: Cheated that you didn’t see it as a kid and Lucky you haven’t been there as an adult.

Limon, Really?

At least… not that I can remember. Should I feel cheated, or lucky?

Speaking of little spawns of satan…have you noticed when you talk to the female gender about not liking kids because of how annoying they are and how their parents are a-holes for the way they raided their kids, they always have to say “Ya, but it is different when they are your kids!” You know what I have to say about that, if my kid (which may never happen, but just in case it does) act in any way annoying enough for you to throw his shoes into the flower bed, or plays 20 questions (which turns into more because he probably won’t be able to count to 20) in a fantastic movie like The Dark Knight, then kick me in the nuts for raising him like that. I think the parent deserves that for their kid acting up.

I like how the father says that if his kid’s feet get anoying just let him know. Because of this inqury you now feel obligated to say nothing while the little spawn of satan ruins your boring parade. I hate lazy breeders.

On a related note I have attempted to meet people at that very pancake breakfast only to have it be over by the time I arrived.

If it makes you feel any better, my girlfriend and I went to a mall on Sunday to see the Dark Knight. There was a kid in the row behind us who had lots of questions about the plot, and what various things said. We both came to the conclusion that if you can’t read you shouldn’t be allowed into a PG13 movie at all, and that your parent should be kicked in the teeth for bringing you. After that we shopped in the mall and my contempt for people and their kids only grew. So I feel for you, and although it was good that that kids shoes ended up in the flower bed, I can’t help but wonder if maybe his parents needed to lose their shoes as well.