The average teenager

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


Strike 2. My mom, the excellent taxi driver she is, was picking me up from my lacrosse game this fine evening. My brother and sister were in the back seat, we were having a good talk about who knows what..and all of sudden..."JESUS CHRIST!" from the backseat. He was probably the only thing that kept us from hitting poor Bambi.

I'm done with sitting in the front when deer decide to hit us. =/


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