Ok Lemmings look, I love life and I love my family, so I’d hate to have to blow my fucking brains out. So what’s another strategy for tuning out this incessant lava chicken?
Alternatively, does anyone have a time machine and enough money to convince Jack Black to not do the Minecraft movie?
As a parent I’d externally be ashamed and blame brainrot.
Internally I’d be absolutely dying at the scene.
On the drive home I’d take it as an opportunity to teach the child about target audience.
Its actually a good chance to teach about right place and time. Some people don’t know you can’t teach coworkers as “buddies” because then HR gets involved.
Yeah, honestly having kids around and watching them learn things like target audience and how to not blindly repeat stuff they hear is great, making it more fun and chaotic is awesome