Lucky Little BastardsRead More
& THE PARENTS WHO ENABLE THEM. MOM, THE MEATLOAF!!
I don’t fully remember when I first thought about getting my license; I guess it had to be around the same age of 15 years old. Of course, I was much older looking and twice as mature as Money Suck 1, so it made sense to me (maybe not my parents) that I should be barreling down the road at break neck speed with 12 of my closest friends in the family truckster.Read More
Coming Soon to Everywhere, Grade Inflation. Where does it end?
Being the 1st sports camp we sent him too, I did not realize that you get a report card. I thought, awesome, he will now have something to do such as improving his game over the summer since surely the report card will indicate a multitude of way he can improve.Read More