I was never that kid. The only thing you had to worry about with me was me shiting my pants or puking, both of which had the same vocal que of "I don't feel so good."
Me and my buddy went to a video store that served ice cream because they had bomb ass serving sizes and as soon as we started to leave a guy and his son walk through the door.
The dad already looked tired and frustrated because the kid probably harassed him until he agreed to rent a movie and then the kid is like, "Dad, they have ice cream." The last thing I heard before the door shut was the dad audibly sigh.
I'm secretly twelve so I wanted to be like "Yeah you little shit I get ice cream because I have a job and earn this and you can't have any nah nah nah boo boo stick your head in sand you fucking goblin."
The dad already looked tired and frustrated because the kid probably harassed him until he agreed to rent a movie and then the kid is like, "Dad, they have ice cream." The last thing I heard before the door shut was the dad audibly sigh.
I'm secretly twelve so I wanted to be like "Yeah you little shit I get ice cream because I have a job and earn this and you can't have any nah nah nah boo boo stick your head in sand you fucking goblin."