So anyways, >>93, listen to me. This has nothing to do with lolocaust, but you need to hear this. It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, not a cloud in the sky, real t-shirt weather, y'know? I'm even wearing my brand new Todd Goliath Goldman designed "Dear God please make everyone die" shirt. It's so cute and original I just love it. The kids have been getting excellent grades in school, so to treat them, I take my family to Yoshinoya when I hear about this 150 yen off special. The kids love it there. We're in line, waiting to order, and behind me is this pasty, skinny hunched over little guy dressed all in black, with narrowed eyes under his long faggy goth hair and a general pissed-off-at-the-world look about him. He's always muttering something to himself about God knows what.
Anyways, we put in our orders, and I ask for the XL beef bowl with extra sauce and that scrawny little fuck behind me goes insane.
"EXTRA SAUCE?" he yells in my face. "WHAT KIND OF FUCKING MORON ORDERS EXTRA SAUCE? I BET YOU JUST LIKE SAYING EXTRA SAUCE!!"

So I punched him in the face, and he fell to the floor, and everyone laughed at him as he scrambled out of the restaurant, peeing himself in terror.

And I told my kids, "It's okay to order extra sauce."