Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Bad food, worse company; very screwed up adult life to come.

Dad: "I have to go outside. Sit!"

Little Boy: "Why?"

Dad: "Sit! Sit! SIT!"

Boy: (starts crying)

Dad: "SIT! SIT! SIT! SIT!"

Boy: (cries harder)

Dad: (smacks kid hard)

Boy: (cries) (crowd starts gathering)

Dad: (nonchalantly) "Aren't you glad I was nice enough to take you here? Enjoy your dinner, son."

- Downtown Wendy's

-- Submitted by Bob the Blob

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