11-09-2012, 11:20 AM
(11-09-2012, 10:25 AM)ramseycat Wrote: I sometimes want to lock my kids in the basement. Or the garage. A closet even. It's usually in the afternoon when this feeling hits after 852 calls from them asking me what's for dinner.
YOU FUCKERS DON'T GET NO DINNER. SO THERE.
I think we all have days like the above.
Gotta love 'em.