So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Him and Henry can start playing tag team with annoying you!
"Hey, Henry!!! I'm done with makin' a mess and screwin' with Dad's head....it's you turn now!! Just give me a yell when you're tired and I'll take over again!!!"
hahahaha
..autsch it really hurts
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sweet pic
BTW, you are getting better at the adjective game with each passing day. By the time Henry and Ezra leave college, you will have compiled your very own "McCracken Thesaurus On Children For Parental Use."
But I'm not sure how kids will react to that!!
I really liked Sue's take on the situation as well.
Not long now Ezra and it's your birthday.
You have to translate I'm afraid Kris.