Wassup wit Chipmunks?

I recently had the pleasure of celebrating my son's 3rd birthday. He wanted a Chipmunks Birthday, so he and 9 of his mates (and us adults) had heaps of fun going mad at this fine establishment.

Rules:

1. You can scream as loud as you want!



2. You can eat/drink whatever you want.



3. Feel free to go crazy.



4. Be thankful for the day, your mates and the prezzies.

After watching the kids do hilarious stunts like sliding head first and upside down on the big slide and getting hot, puffed and sweaty running around like mad things we broke for lunch and birthday celebrations.

Chipmunks served us up wholesome nutritious pack of cherrio sausages, mini hotdogs, chips (frys), lollies and sugary fruit drinks. Fuel for the tank I say!

The kids prayed, ate the lollies, drank the drink, opened the presents, thanked everone and bailed to play. This left the two dads amongst the crew to eat the aforementioned wholesome food packs...mmm. It was while doing so that I found buried deep within such a pack a great treasure...namely the SUPERFRY!

Oh yeah! You know this is the mac-daddy of all fries!

I so reckon it beats this fellas attempt that got him some recognition in the Frightening Fast Food group (you could Google it, but its lame)

I ate the monster fry and rounded up the troops who were getting pretty worn out by this stage.

Thanks Chipmunks for a great Birthday and my extraordinary experience with a truely amazing fry amongst fries. I mean if it were in Old Testament times it would be the Saul of all fries, nay the Goliath or a Nephilim amongst its ordinary fry mates.

Yes, truely awesome.