Mikey
Psycho Gorilla Dad
Friends. Got em? Mr. McWeedyBrain does, but with friends like his, who needs enemies?
Several of his "friends" were out last night driving in a car when they got into a wreck (hit a curb, tree, or something). I guess the car was loaded with pot and booze, because the stuff went flying everywhere in the car.
All the "friends" bailed out and ran for it, leaving the poor kid with the busted, undriveable car to face the cops alone. Of course, there's pot leaves everywhere, and booze is soaked into the car seats. Driver gets hit with MIP, but the cops are smart enough to know that one kid couldn't (usually) account for all the illegal substances they found in his car.
Scared to death, the kid gives the cops the names of all the other passengers who ran off and left him to face the music by himself.
Some friends, hunh?
Later today, difficult child gets a call from one of the coward potheads who ran from the scene asking if difficult child wanted to go help beat the crap out of the poor kid they left behind for "squealing to the pigs".
Friends? Who the heck needs friends like that? I'd rather tie a raw steak around my neck and play with a pack of rabid pit bulls than have friends like that.
Yet, these are the people that difficult child told my beloved wife were more important to him than she was - on Mother's Day!
No need to start yet another "my kid is stupid" thread. Just needed a place to get this out of my system.
:grrr:
Mikey
Several of his "friends" were out last night driving in a car when they got into a wreck (hit a curb, tree, or something). I guess the car was loaded with pot and booze, because the stuff went flying everywhere in the car.
All the "friends" bailed out and ran for it, leaving the poor kid with the busted, undriveable car to face the cops alone. Of course, there's pot leaves everywhere, and booze is soaked into the car seats. Driver gets hit with MIP, but the cops are smart enough to know that one kid couldn't (usually) account for all the illegal substances they found in his car.
Scared to death, the kid gives the cops the names of all the other passengers who ran off and left him to face the music by himself.
Some friends, hunh?
Later today, difficult child gets a call from one of the coward potheads who ran from the scene asking if difficult child wanted to go help beat the crap out of the poor kid they left behind for "squealing to the pigs".
Friends? Who the heck needs friends like that? I'd rather tie a raw steak around my neck and play with a pack of rabid pit bulls than have friends like that.
Yet, these are the people that difficult child told my beloved wife were more important to him than she was - on Mother's Day!
No need to start yet another "my kid is stupid" thread. Just needed a place to get this out of my system.
:grrr:
Mikey