Yeesh.
Senior serve.
Its my youngest kids lasy year and they do this thing,
All the folks come for a dinner catered by “___” food joint and is served to you by a pack of well intentioned but overwhelmed by the moment semi-adult non server nimrods that top off your water/tea, 3000 times as you hang out for 2 1/2 hours wondering why everyone else has eaten all ready. And packing up to leave?
Oh hey. Kiddo?
So you gonna bring out some food, your granny is riding tough, but i think shes a bit peckish,
Ooooooh wooops
Ill be right back.
Fucking knucklehead.
Im laughing, wifey is less the. Enthusiastic.
Granny is strati g to “toot” those tiny soundless ones. You know what im talking about.
People are looking this direction and scowling. Glad they are leaving

so the kid comes bumbling out legs aKimbo, arms shufflings trays plural laughing and shit.
Im not 1000% certain but im leaning in the direction some vape action may or may not have occurd here.
Call me crazy.
So heres the looooooong awaited meal.
Catered by “marios”
A 2 course meal of breaded chicken smimming in soupy noodles. I start to stand. And head for the table with the stacks of to go boxes i eyed earlier.
They were beckoning me. Never had styrofoam looked so sexy, aside from quick skims over napalm recipes, i digress, thats a story for another time, any how, i look at the resonably stoned kid of mine, who is now sporting bambi sized pupils with that face on the brink of tears
me- “aye young homie. Killer event! Great job! im sup…..”
My ridiculous kid- “hey pop, arentcha gonne eat that?!!!!”
i say “oh yeah, oh totally kid im sorry. Of coarse i will”
My possible retreat has been stifled.
With my options dwindling, escape is not an option.
What do clowns do best asshole?
They smile.
So i take a deepbreath, swallow the thick “toot” infused environment and start spinning my fork in a gaggle of noodly tendrils bolstered by a greasy spoon that at the right angle, was expressing my true feelings of scowl driven horror regret, as i eventually with zeal of coarse, hop that viscus amalgum of “food” haphazardly into my greasepaint covered yap.
“Mmmmmmmm” i mumble with my eye brows lifted as high as possible head shaking up and down looking like a doller store robert deniro squinty eyed expression we have all ckme tk know and love.
It isnt over.
is this kid literally gonna watch us eat the whole thing?
Well yeah.
He fucking did.
Of coarse he did.
My stomach was rad while it lasted
R.I.P.
Clown stomach
50bc (befoee clownz) 2025ad (after don cheadle)
it will be missed.




