Why weren't you home at 11?
"Well, er, I, uh.... HOW 'BOUT THEM BEARS?!"
Answer the question.
"Uh... well, er...."
If only teenagers had press representation. Please direct any and all questions regarding my mysterious whereabouts and/or questionable activities to my associate...
Read this and tell me what your little hairs are doing. It sounds like exactly the kind of bullshit I used to give my parents when confronted with any question I didn't want to answer, or didn't want to answer truthfully.
Oh, McLellan. You sad, sad, little speck of a man.
Posted by stephanie at November 15, 2005 09:12 AM