Monday, April 21, 2008
Better Names For The Family Entertainment Center Chuck E. Cheese
Chuck E. Noise
Chuck E. Lights
Chuck E. Assault On All Five Senses
Chuck E. What's That Smell?
Chuck E. No, Not That Smell. That Other Smell. The One Burning Off My Nose Hair.
Chuck E. I Think I Just Stepped In Vomit
Chuck E. My Bad. It Was Only Pizza.
Chuck E. Can We Just Sing "Happy Birthday" And Get It Over With?
Chuck E. Good God, Is That A Singing Animatronic Rat Or Am I Having A Vietnam Flashback?
Chuck E. Stabbing Pain In My Forehead
Chuck E. Does Anyone Have A Xanax?
Chuck E. Come On, People, Who's Holding?
Chuck E. Watch My Purse While I Go Kick Some Ass At Pop-A-Shot Basketball.
Chuck E. Oh, Stop Crying And Go Tell Your Moms You Owe Me Ten Bucks Each, You Losers.
Chuck E. Maybe This Place Isn't So Bad After All
Chuck E. Wait, What Do You Mean "Fecal Matter In the Ball Pit"?
Chuck E. Get In The Car, Boys.
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Chuck E. Never Again As Long I Live
Chuck E. The Health Dept. Has Closed Them All Down...No, really, I mean it.
Chuck E. Pee in Za Ball Box
Chuck E. No, We Can NOT Go There When It Is Not Someone Else's Birthday
(because you know I'm not taking them there unless I have to)
Chuck E. Why Is My Cup Sticky
My girls have a bad habit of asking me, "Someday can we go to Chuck E. Cheese?" My response is always, "Yes, someday we can." What I don't add is that someday will be when hell freezes over or I lose my mind completely.
In case you haven't been there yet, let me do you a favor and fill you in. Don't go to Gatti Land. It's a slighly more upscale Chuck E. Cheese.
Emphasis on the slightly.
Chuck Eeeeek that took me back a few years...thank god those are a few years that are loong since over.....
We have Chuck E. vomit in the ball pit. What a little slice of hell on earth that is, isn't it?
I've only been once.
And I don't think there is one anywhere near us.
I think that is very good.
Funny post. :)
Chuck E. Neveragainpleasedon'tmakemegoback!
I always say the best thing about going to Chuck E . . . . is leaving.
Chuckie my children don't even know that you can actually go there. If they ever figure it out, they have a smowballs chance in Hell of getting there. I know I am the meanest mom ever. But a woman can only take so much.
Ours was more like "Chuck E. is that kid packin' heat or is he just happy to see all of those trailer park mommies standing in line for some meth?"
Chuck E.Coli
elizabutt
Chuck E. If That Kid Asks Me For Tokens One More Time I'm Going To Track Down His Mother And Pull The Underwear Over Her Head. Unless She's Bigger Than Me, Which She Probably Is, In Which Case I Will Give Her A Piece Of My Mind In a Meek And Forgiving Manner And Hope She Doesn't Crush Me.
Hey, it's Chuck E. Cheeawwww: I'm sorry, kids, but it looks like it's closed. Yes, permanently. I know; it's awful. See how dark the windows are? Awwww, that's too bad.
What's that, sweetheart? What cars out front? Oh, those cars? They're probably just cleaning out the place. You know, emptying it all out. Yeah.
Maybe we can go to the library instead.
Thank you. I will read this to the kids the next time they ask why we never get to eat there.
I will let other parents pay for the pleasure ... and drop my kids off at their parties...suckas!!!
Chuck E. Over my dead body!
CEC is my own personal version of hell. Never mind the hideous food, mind numbing noise, incessant odor and barrage of frightening children - it is just plain NASTY.. We will never go back.. NEVER..
Chuck E. YeeHaw! They sell beer here!
Okay Franklin-admit it. You learned that from me and my "No, sorry kids...it's closed on weekdays." and "No, sorry kids...it's a holiday weekend. Not open." and "Sorry kids, the sun is shining. Not open."
I wonder how long I can keep up the charade.
Chuck E. why so many women fear motherhood.
Chuck E. giant rats? really? no, not that thing, real GIANT RATS.
Another reason to be glad I live in Australia LOL.
Kerryn
Oh Holy Crap...i wish I had written this! Did you read my diary? I don't have a witty remark except to say that whenever my husband and I don't like to do something or go some place we like to say we would rather stab ourselves in the eye with a plastic fork(I know we are weird)...The Chuck makes me want to dive into a whole box of plastic forks...if that explains my despise clearly enough!
My ex-fiance insisted I met his son at Chuck E Cheese as it was "their kind of place."
Yeah.
Did I mention "ex" fiance?
Am I the only one who likes Chuck.E. Cheese? He sings 80 covers and lets you freak dance with him. Oh my gosh, is that wrong to get freaky with a 6ft mouse? Nevermind.
Chuck E's in love...
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