Sunday, November 05, 2006

 

Congratulations, you win a Disney Dollar!

On our trip to Disney land a few years ago, there was a competition to see who could eat the most furry kebabs in one minute. Alas, we pestered Mr Duck to try, knowing there would be a full scale vomit afterwards. Being little kids, we loved the idea of making our dad under-go a full vomit worthy woe. The prize for the winner was a mystery prize and we wanted it badly.
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
"GO!"
Mr Duck and his beak were sending furry kebabs flying as he guzzled his way through the large plate before him. We were cheering our arses off in the crowd, hoping this would mean we could share whatever prize awaited us at the end.
"STOP EATING!"
We watched in awe as Mr Duck was announced the winner.
"Congratulations, you win a Disney Dollar!"
Crap. All that woe for nothing.
And as if we weren't punished enough, a gust of wind caught the Disney Dollar, and sent it flying down Disney Main Street.
How arsed we were.


And there was still the vomit to deal with.

Comments:
Dad! Dad! She said "arse" this time. Twice.
 
oh well
 
how about flogging the father every time a rude word is used -
that'll learn him

or it could just trigger an unstoppable torrent of filth

hey ho, guess we'll just have to take that chance...
 
I see that the apple falls not far from the tree. Good story!
 
An' she said Crap.
 
WTF OMG LOL ROFLMAO!!1111!!

Oh come on, you're 12, you should understand that.
 
I notice that this blog has fallen into a state of disrepair.
Come on, tidy up your room. If I tell you one more time, I will be in their and do it myself, and you won't be pleased when I through away all of your stuff.
If you start a project you should stay with it.
I am only saying this for your own good, you know.
Does that remind you of anyone?
 
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