Jaycie, Max, and I are about to venture out to see “Shrek the Third.” The little kid excitement is at an all-time high here at Supergenius HQ. Since they arrived at 11:10 they have asked roughly 38 times when we’re going to the 12 o’clock movie. They’re very worried about not getting a seat.
But now it seems they have forgotten that I told them we were leaving at 11:30. It has become obvious to me that the thrill of “Shrek the Third” does not outweigh the hilarity of sitting on each other and farting.
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I thought that said “pre-movie excrement”.
Good thing for you it wasn’t, huh?
Hells yes.