Alright, all this... Snow and... Winter... It has twelve hours to melt! My birthday's tomorrow and I am not bloody celebrating in sub-zero temperatures! That's the rule! So get to it! Anyway, two hundred and twenty... three, tomorrow! Not gonna bother with a party or anything, it's not a biggie and I can't ask anyone to go outside in this bullshit ( Read more... )

[Australia and his drone son (Butters) are both standing in their front yard a short distance away from each other. Australia has a football in his hands and is glaring at it.]

Dad, you're holding it wrong.

Shut up, no fake-brainwashed-son of mine is going to not know how to kick a fucking footy properly. [Smoothly handballs it over to Butters- ( Read more... )