My younger sister and step-brothers were responsible for far more. I was far smarter...and luckier. For example, the only time I was ever caught coming home late, I walked into the house and saw my parents standing there. I thought, "oh ****, I'm done." Then my mom held out a ghetto soda can bong and asked where my sister was (she left it in the middle of her bedroom floor. See "smarter" comment above"). "No clue Mom, I don't hang out with those people."
We were at the same party. :hi5:
That being said, give that I named my son after Hunter S. Thompson, I have only brought it on myself.
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