Warning: This will involved with a lot of cringe-worthy shit.
If you can't cope with the cringe-ness, please get the fuck out while you can.
This story may not be as funny, since you guys weren't there when it happened.
Which means, you're weren't there in person to hear it.
Okay, Here we go with this cluster-fuck!
So, while I made my recent journal about my weird obsession with Villains,
Me and my Dad were traveling around our county's new town square (which is now completely finished almost in a year.), to go eat at a German-Folk restaurant, called "Water-Street Brewery".
When we arrived there, we told the servers the usual:
We wanted to go eat outsideI wanted to eat Chicken Tenders and Fries And my dad wanted Steak, Spinach, and Cheesecake.
While we were waiting for our food, we were bored as fuck.
I didn't know what to do besides talking to my dad, as he would show me weird Facebook posts.
But, then, while we were talking, I somehow brought up time travel, by asking