Tales From The Basement
You grab your Limited Edition Red Ryder BB Gun and attempt to threaten mom in a less than effective manner. She doesn't know whether to slap you or laugh at you at this point.
"Boy, I hope you've been doing some good drugs to excuse this behavior because I'm this close to throwing your ass out, you're lucky I haven't done it sooner." She replies.
"Mom, if you know what's good for you, you better gimme what I want! The end is coming soon and I need that money to save us!" you say still pointing your gun at her.
Your Mom is silent for a moment and then speaks.
"Well since you put it that way "
Mom wasn't in the marines to sit around and look pretty. She easily disarms you, punches you in both eyes, kicks you in the nuts three times and throws you out of the house!
As you lay in the gutter pondering your poor judgment, you think "The joke's on her, here come the bombs now!"
You and 3/4ths of the Earth's population are vaporized in a nuclear fireball death.
"Boy, I hope you've been doing some good drugs to excuse this behavior because I'm this close to throwing your ass out, you're lucky I haven't done it sooner." She replies.
"Mom, if you know what's good for you, you better gimme what I want! The end is coming soon and I need that money to save us!" you say still pointing your gun at her.
Your Mom is silent for a moment and then speaks.
"Well since you put it that way "
Mom wasn't in the marines to sit around and look pretty. She easily disarms you, punches you in both eyes, kicks you in the nuts three times and throws you out of the house!
As you lay in the gutter pondering your poor judgment, you think "The joke's on her, here come the bombs now!"
You and 3/4ths of the Earth's population are vaporized in a nuclear fireball death.
