A trio of 19 year old boys.
In Canada.
Where the drinking age is…wait for it….19.
It’s almost like a really bad “Cops” episode. I’ll be sitting in front of the tv some Saturday night, quaffing an adult beverage of my choice, and that familiar theme song will come on…
“Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?”
Admit it, you were humming along weren’t you?
Moving along. Told the boy that he would be in the country for 4 hours if he was lucky, before he would hear the words:
“Hands against the wall you filthy, american hippie, eh.”
And to top it all off. He asked me to go along. Yeah right, I want to chaperone a a trio of boys who have “Trouble on Two Legs” written all over them.
Not likely.
Namaste.
March 22nd, 2008 at 12:36 am
hey, i dont like the idea either…but it’s his birthday, and he’s stubborn..so i have no room to talk, unfortunately.
March 22nd, 2008 at 6:07 pm
He is stubborn, you got that one right. But you do have the right to make your feelings known, you are his girlfriend. And as such, he should listen to your concerns.
Oh, wait. We are talking about Mike.
Just smack him upside his head and tell him that he isn’t allowed to go. He will listen to that.
Namaste.
March 24th, 2008 at 12:22 pm
haha, no he wont.