That painful moment when your imaginary son realizes that ordering an adult meal means he doesn’t get the free ice cream that comes with the kid’s meal…
That painful moment when your imaginary son realizes that ordering an adult meal means he doesn’t get the free ice cream that comes with the kid’s meal…
7 thoughts on “That painful moment when your imaginary son realizes that ordering an adult meal means he doesn’t get the free ice cream that comes with the kid’s meal…”
Being an adult means having to pay for your ice cream, and everything else. 😉
Being a grown-up sucks.
That’s why Jill Y always bring a pram so she can throw the rattle out of it.
There should be no age limit on kids’ meals Bill Y!
The first time Thirsty Dave went on a date with Scurvy Jane, he bought her a Happy Meal. It would be cool if that story had a happy ending but not all stories end well.
No ice cream—but maybe he’ll get a pizza the pie.
I’ll keep it real and he’ll grow up, just like his sister.
Being an adult means having to pay for your ice cream, and everything else. 😉
Being a grown-up sucks.
That’s why Jill Y always bring a pram so she can throw the rattle out of it.
There should be no age limit on kids’ meals Bill Y!
The first time Thirsty Dave went on a date with Scurvy Jane, he bought her a Happy Meal. It would be cool if that story had a happy ending but not all stories end well.
No ice cream—but maybe he’ll get a pizza the pie.
I’ll keep it real and he’ll grow up, just like his sister.