Your friendly neighborhood blogger with Mom and Dad at Chuck E. Cheese's in Roanoke for my cousin Jermaine's 3rd birthday party in 2003.
I didn't want to be there. I used to want to go to Chuck E. Cheese's back when I was younger and hardly ever did. Now that I'm old enough not to care, all of a sudden Dad wants us to go. Figures. Life is ass-backwards sometimes.
Good picture, though, despite the fact the place smelled like feet and old pizza.
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