Friday, April 17, 2009

 

Fay 4.0-Chucky Cheeznits

I'm way behind on the blog updates! I keep being required to do work while at work, which is completely unacceptable yet somehow still required. Our careers as celebrity millionaires have not quite come to fruition, but I'm sure that will soon change.

Anyway, let's talk about Fay's birthday. She turned 4 on March 4th. She really couldn't have arrived on a better date since her birthday is super easy to remember (3/4/5), unlike her mother's which is something like 7, 28, 73, 8, 07.

We finally caved and went to Chucky Cheeznits on her birthday. Here is a very important tidbit of information that I learned from my co-worker: If you are going to Chucky Cheeznits, go on a weekday! That info is probably no help in the summer, but there were only about 12 people there when we went. We had not been to an establishment of this type in some time, and a lot of things have changed for Chucky. First, they stamp everybody together to make sure that you only leave with your own kids. Secondly, they now give you something like 40,000 tokens for $10, we still have like 100 left over and we were there for 11 hours. Finally, there are no longer any video games, everything is games of skill that give out tickets that are worth nothing unless you have acquired 43 million of them to get the Hannah Montana sweatbands. By the way, I am really good at that Street Hoops game.

Against our better judgement, we let Pnut ride a few rides.This one was the creepiest. Notice how Fay is trying to avoid eye contact? I'm still not sure what that bird actually is...

Then she rode the ride called Circle of Death, which I thought was kind of a weird name for a kid's ride, but hell, she only turns 4 once!

She also flew a helicopter. She kept yelling, "Here comes the porkchop, bitches!" She's no longer allowed to watch CNN.


Much to our dismay, when we tried to leave, Fay's stamp had sweated off. The 15 year old guard just asked her, "Who's that?" and pointed to Kristie. Fay looked at him like the retard that he may have been and said, "That's Mommy, dumbass." That ended the first in a series of celebrations of Fay 4.0.

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