I took the kids to one of those arcades that spits out tickets and then you use the tickets to claim a crummy prize. I know, total ripoff, but the kids had a ball. What do they choose for prizes? Whoopie cushions.
I gotta hand it to my kids. Instead of just farting and giggling like juveniles, my kids created little skits incorporating the whoopie cushions. For example
1. Excuse me. I'd like to speak to the members of the town council. You're all a bunch of ............................
2. Good afternoon. This is Barak Obama and I want to talk to you about ..........................
3. Good morning. This is Dr. Rhoads (school principal) and I want to tell you.......................... Wait, was that you Miss Maggie (school secretery)?
I had to pull the car off the road I was laughing so hysterically. My stomach was cramping and I was crying.
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