My pop turned the big Six-O yesterday, officially granting him to eat at restaurants and enter movie theatres at a senior-discounted price. My mom, who suggested we all eat out in celebration of my dad's birthday, expressed interest in going to Medieval Times. I'm not too sure if my father would have enjoyed that, but I certainly most would; every time I hear "Medieval Times," I envision Andy Dick in The Cable Guy shouting, "WELCOME...! TO MEDIEEEEEEEEEEVAL TYMES...!" Ultimately, however, we ended up eating at Old Country Buffet, which is as cliched and cornfed as Medieval Times -- except there weren't any knights and we have the privilege of using forks. I came in hungry and left white and republican.
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