Saturday, June 19, 2010
A small, quick, non-school directed rant
So, if you haven't really figured out the balance-control thing on your brand new motorcycle that costs more than my car? How-bout you don't go 55 in a 25 zone at the t-intersection in front of my house and drive through my garden? I guess I should be happy that you got it together before smearing your brains on the corner of my house and ending up in my living room. But honestly? It's the trauma of seeing the blood and gore and not any sympathy for your sorry (probably crime-filled) life that makes me say that.
Posted by A BCPSS Parent at 11:11 AM