Last weekend, I took the boys to see the Muppets. On the way out of the theater, the two of them hit me up for quarters for the bank of gumball machines in the center of the mall. These two obviously have forgotten who their ol’ man is. Me? Carry spare change? As if! All’s I carry are hundreds, buttheads.
Either thru alchemy or panhandling, Jethro and Jakob came up with a few quarters and spent the next eternity fighting over the vending machines. After multiple threats on my part, I grabbed the two of them and dragged them out of the mall.