I posted this in the VG regulars guild, but it deserves a spot in my journal, too.
Complete...And utter...Owned.
My mom was making my father some kind of chicken-ramon-soup recipe when he got home. She probably spent atleast a hour on it.
When ol' pops got home, he was in a sour mood, went straight to the family room, and started screaming about how much his job sucks and how much he wants to retire. stare
My mom told him to stop acting like a crybaby, and he told her that he's the one working outside the house sixteen hour days, and that she shouldn't talk until she gets a "real" job.
Oh. Worse thing to ever say to your wife. Pops didn't exactly graduate from Harvard, eh? xd
My mom threw his chicken-ramon-soup-soufle-something into the garbage. Dad started to complain across the house that his food was taking too long. idea She thought for a moment, started scooping the meal outta the trash, and served it on a plate to my dad. Without telling. He started digging into it immediately. xd twisted
I'll say it once, I'll say it again. Complete....And utter...Owned.
Mom: 24 Dad: 0
EliteSteak · Sat Jan 21, 2006 @ 05:56am · 1 Comments |