I was thirteen. You were drunk. Again. And yet, somehow, I was the black sheep of the family, even then.
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My beloved Internet, where you can blow as hard as you want and never have to deal with everybody at the party awkwardly looking away from you.
You know the one I’m talking about.
Good thing we got that there electric company to explain them there technical details.
Well, just in case you change your mind, I’ll walk behind you for a while.
So you took a vacation, so what?
My father would actually stop in his tracks and watch with a baleful eye whenever he noticed me pouring a glass of Coke for myself. If I succeeded in handling the 2-liter bottle without incident, he would walk on disgruntled, muttering at the lost opportunity to launch a tirade. Some dads might’ve just poured the soda FOR their kids, but that’s just crazy talk.
P.S. “Bing-slam-bang” was indeed something I was frequently accused of.
Here on Sol 3, when the seasons are just right, you can see Sol 2 and Sol 4 in the sky together! But you’ll probably be watching TV.
I’ll have you know I got a 4.0 in Off-the-Cuff Hyperbole 101, sir.
