Listen, I’m all for The Roobs ‘testing’ the Destroyer’s new go-kart he got from his Grandad Taylor, but I do have some mild concerns when I’m stirred off the sofa by the gutteral hollerin’ outside as she commands him to push..
“DAMN IT CHILD, FASTER! OR IT’LL BE THE THUMB TACKS IN YOUR CHEESY PASTA AGAIN TONIGHT!”
“IF I CAN PUSH YOUR MASSIVE CRANIUM FROM MY NETHERS, THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS PUSH ME FASTER THAN 2MPH!”
I’d step in and stop things, but I’m kinda hoping he vomits from exhaustion into the hood of her bodywarmer..