I can’t stand all they stuff they add on top of the chicken bones. Such a hard time picking it all up before I start crunching on some ribs.

Definitely not me, my dad hates that after my brother did it.

It all began innocently enough. My family had gathered for a lazy Sunday brunch, seeking refuge from the relentless sun.

As the meal progressed, laughter and chatter filled the air. But amidst the joviality, a small ice cube managed to escape its glass prison, slipping onto the tiled floor with a barely audible tinkling sound.

At first, it went unnoticed. But as fate would have it, my younger brother , perhaps distracted by the excitement of the day, accidentally kicked the wayward ice cube under the refrigerator with a careless flick of the foot.

Initially, there was no reaction. But as the meal continued and the ice cube remained forgotten beneath the appliance, a subtle change began to take hold. The father, ever observant, caught sight of the ice cube’s icy trail and the faint click as it disappeared beneath the fridge.

At first, he said nothing, choosing instead to watch quietly as the ice cube remained trapped in its chilly exile. But with each passing minute, a sense of unease began to gnaw at him. The simple act of neglect, the disregard for tidiness and order, slowly chipped away at his patience.

Finally, unable to contain his growing frustration, my father’s voice broke through the cheerful din. “Did you just kick that ice cube under the fridge?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

He then left the room, but quickly came back and beat my brother senseless with a set of jumper cables.

Last time I read this I was with my father. So it has to be more than a few weeks because it was during our annual deer hunting trip we take in northern Wisconsin.

It was a pretty tumultuous weekend, but reading that made us feel better. We had gone out early in the day before sunrise to make sure we could have the most daylight available to us in the shortened days. Though we weren’t having much luck until about 30 minutes to sunset when we saw a huge buck.

My dad got really excited and nearly dropped the rifle! I was shaking with excitement, and nearly fell over but stopped myself. Though, as I put my foot out to catch my balance I stepped on a stick and snapped it. This sent the buck running and my dad just glared at me with disappointment.

Later that evening, after I was asleep, my dad came into my room and beat me senseless with a set of jumper cables.

Disc golf and weed is so much better than disc golf and alcohol! Have fun out there!

I feel this way pretty often, but then I open Factorio again and the night turns to day quickly.