Satisfying Click
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An opportunity for her to talk about herself at the dinner table
Or the telly. Or not being fodder for twitter. Mama Jack can get in the bin with the Big Macs.Seriously stretching the definition of the word "game". What's wrong with Pictionary ffs?
God, that poor bloody kid!
Imagine having to come up with some “deep” crap to appease your weird mum at dinner time.
He’s 10!
Edited to add: my wife told me about her ‘ethnically linguistic’ tweet to MR. I have no words, and can only express myself thusly:Sweet holy Christ, I can’t keep up
Cos instead of thinking I need to pay my rent with some of this money and then I can treat myself with whatever is left over, she goes 'ohh look at (insert whatever shiny bauble that has caught her attention), I must buy it'.How could someone who just last month wrote two huge pieces for the Express and signed partnership deals with Del Monte and Linda McCartney not make her rent?
Yea and amazing that the kid who not a few hours ago was being talked about like a toddler, something about crawling under a duvet on the sofa and watching disney films, is by dinner-time expected to hypothesise the meaning and purpose of life.Oh that game looks cringeworthy
Poor SB.
Possibly the most honest thing she has ever said
Those cards
Play monopoly .You get to own lots of lovely houses and collect rent as well
Oh that game looks cringeworthy
Poor SB.
And every bloody night!!!Yea and amazing that the kid who not a few hours ago was being talked about like a toddler, something about crawling under a duvet on the sofa and watching disney films, is by dinner-time expected to hypothesise the meaning and purpose of life.
Mine would be like 'mum can't we just talk about the mansion i built with the cheat code on sims today'
In fairness though, it's a great fuckin question...My 10 year old asked me the other week if I’d rather eat poo-flavoured ice cream or ice cream-flavoured poo. Maybe I need this game to add a bit more sophistication to our dinner chat.
What did you choose?My 10 year old asked me the other week if I’d rather eat poo-flavoured ice cream or ice cream-flavoured poo. Maybe I need this game to add a bit more sophistication to our dinner chat.