The One Where You Realise All Parents Are Dicks

The One Where You Realise All Parents Are Dicks

Now first things first, don’t take it personally, I’m not calling you a dick. OK, I am. But it’s OK, because to you, I’m a dick too. We’re all dicks. I spent this afternoon in a building the size of an aircraft hanger in the arse end of fucking nowhere rather dubiously named the Fun Factory for a birthday party. Which is fine, as long as you class the Hunger Games for under 10′s with added hysteria, plenty of padded foam so the little ones can give each other frontal lobe damage with and ridiculously marked up refreshments as erm, fun. May the odds be ever in your favour, kiddo.

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