CHUCK E. CHEESE, OH YES!

Girls really stink! If they start pleading for something and batting their eyes, there's nothing you can do. I'm a cream puff when it comes to Stacy. Tonight, Chuck E. Cheese was my bane. Yes, I survived, but it wasn't easy fording the screaming booger-eaters and the curious "pizza." I consoled myself by playing skee-ball. I had a record-breaking score and won a monster-load of tickets. We acquired 300 tickets for our troubles, which we kindly donated to some ungrateful snot-dribbler. Gotta love kids!