After I decided that I should drive your car today, and informed you of this just before you left for school, I noticed that it smells bad. In fact, I think someone threw up in your car.
So in responce, you yell at me until I wake up from my nap, and chase me to a car wash.
At the car wash.
You know, the car wash is a good place to meet nice kids. Kids who take care of their cars are responsible. Not like you.
Jesus, Mom, you know I'm a good kid. Besides, I would have a much better alibi if I had something to lie about. Plus, I would clean it up much better.
I dont care. I am going to tell you I believe you, and patronize you all afternoon.
Fine, Mom. How about I go smoke a cigarette just to spite you and live up to your expectations of me being a deviant at the same time?
