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Friday, I went to Chuck E. Cheese's for a 23 year old girl's birthday party. She looks 12 though. I certainly didn't. FYI, of all ticket redemption games, "Raptor Captor" has the best odds in the house. We bought birthday girl a huge ass Chuck E. Cheese kickball. 1500 tickets, jesus, that's like 38 bucks.
That place has changed since the '80s. I really miss Chuck E. Cheese's vest and little bowler hat, it was very vaudevillian. Now he just has some damn shorts and some kind of purple roller derby jersey. What the hell? And the purple guy with the big yellow belly is sadly no longer naked, he is wearing some kind of hip-hop getup. Most disturbing of all, there was only one singing robot in the whole building. Gone are the days of dog-cowboy-banjo-playing-lipsynching totally bitchin robots.
There's not much I miss about the 80's, but creepy dancing robots, where have you gone?