I'll rattle my zipper.

So where the fuck were your vaunted principles, that you didn't turn the fuck around and haul your sprog away from there post-haste?

The wife made a promise to my son, I made sure it wasn't broken. I guess you give and then break your word all the time, right? Or do you actually swallow your arrogance and KEEP your word every now and then? I didn't want to be there, but a promise is a promise, and I'm a man of my word.

If you want your sprog to have an Easter Egg hunt, you make him an Easter Egg hunt, you fucking cheapskate.

That occurs NEXT week, on Easter Sunday.

Ah: "Loot, loot, loot, and it's all mine, mine, mine!"

Know any 10 year old kids who don't think like that?

And your complaint was what, exactly, again...?

If you're too stupid to figure it out, go stick your head in a toilet bowl and flush it a few times. Be sure to use Ty-D-Bowl; the color'll do ya good.