
Yesterday I could swear I've seen it all. Bonfires of trust, flash floods of pain, the whole 9 yards. But 8th graders caught in a police chase? In a town like Simsbury? I love it. Take those extra high SAT scores and shove it right up that ass. That's superb parenting too. Just when you think Henry is fast asleep, he goes out and gets his Grand Theft Auto on. What kind of kid wants to go out at 3:30 AM? Even I don't like being awake that late, drunk or not. It's just a scary time to be awake. Whole new level of darkness out there. And the police said none of the teens had licenses. Thanks for that fellas. I guess it wouldn't be as big of a deal if they stole a car with a license. We thought 8th graders could drive cars these days. Keep it up. You're doing an amazing fucking job of protecting the roads.
Yeah, I googled 8th graders. Don't do it.
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