Just then, his daughter walked into the kitchen. She looked at the flour-covered walls, the broken toaster, and her father, who was currently wearing a colander as a hat. "Dad? What are you doing?"
Arthur looked up, eyes hovering in two different directions, and gave a shaky thumbs up. "Making... memories, kiddo. Pure... memories." Drunken Dad Simulator ingyenes letöltés
Arthur stood up, or tried to. The floor felt like the deck of a ship in a hurricane. He tilted forty-five degrees to the left, his hand grasping wildly for the counter. He missed, accidentally slapping a toaster across the room. With a heroic lurch, he made it to the refrigerator. Opening the door felt like pulling a bank vault. Inside, the milk carton looked like it was vibrating. Just then, his daughter walked into the kitchen
Arthur woke up on the kitchen linoleum with a single, pressing mission: His daughter’s birthday party was starting in three hours, and he had promised "The World’s Best Pancakes." The problem? The celebratory drinks from last night’s championship win were still very much in charge of his motor skills. What are you doing