Six Flags II

So this past weekend, my sister came up from Oregon with my nephew and we decided to go to the local Six Flags with the kids. I'm not sure why we decided this would be such a good idea, but we did.

Granted, I had a good time for the most part, but it's rather difficult with two kids and your wife being pregnant. It's funny to go there and watch people leave with that look of just being fucked in the ass with a big rubber dick. Sooo much money wasted. $8 beers, $50 meals for two, the likes of that. We thought we were being thrifty shoppers by pretending my son was 2, and presenting BOGO tickets for the adults. Still cost us over a C-note just to get into the gate. That's not even including parking.

There is one great thing about going to theme parks. You always leave feeling way better about yourself. Just like Jeff Foxworthy talks about going to the State Fair, the same theory applies here. No matter how fugly you are, there are always more people out there that are worse looking than you are.

It's bad enough dealing with the incredible attitude swings with a pregnant blonde, but two kids that are pissed off at not being tall enough to ride the rides makes shit even worse.

The only redeeming part of the trip was this cute little stupid chick in the butterfly exhibit. I'm walking behind her, and she's got this tattoo of a butterfly on the back of her neck. Now, we're told when we enter the exhibit not to touch any of the butterfly's if they land on you 'cuz they're federally protected. (but most of our rights aren't...weird)

I go up and whisper in her ear, "Sorry miss, I don't mean to alarm you, but you have a butterfly on the back of your neck."

Her eyes widen at this and she starts stammering before she realizes her stupidity. Her boyfriend was laughing hysterically while I calmly walked away smiling.

Things like that make me feel smrat.

He has risen...

Thank the good Lord, my laptop is back in full functioning order. It's freakin' great. I'll be working on a few updates tonight, and we can finally get back to the drunken fun.