Mc Prison Time

I threatened to kill my dad tonight in McDonald’s.  After he bought me supper.  Yeah…I’m shopping for bikinis because I’m totally going to hell.

I mean…it wasn’t a death threat exactly…okay it was…but let me plead my case.

The ‘rents took my kids and my nephews to McD’s to get some dinner and play at the playplace tonight.  This of course required my presence…but hello…free food…I was all over it.

Only problem was there was a school there having a fundraiser tonight so it was crazy. 

So we finally have eaten and find a place to sit.  My dad and I are talking…he waits until I look away…then he takes his empty paper cup…points the opening towards me and thumps his finger really hard on the bottom.  Making a loud and startling sound.

After finding out how annoying it was he did it several more times.

Okay…I may have issued the death threat the first time…and he got a few more in just in case it was his end time.

Yeah…I need to take stock out in air conditioners…

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