[SEVENTH GRADE ISSUE] I Can Do Anything I Want (But Momās Picking Me Up at 5)
Hey, Chris, wassup? Excited to hang out later? Oh, Jesus, dude, donāt call it a fucking playdate- ’cause weāre not sixth graders anymore, that’s why! Huh, whatās that? Your parents wonāt let you go to the mall by yourself? Jesus Christ, dude, weāre thirteen! They canāt tell us what to do! And we sure as hell donāt need them! Now grow some fucking balls, call your mom, and demand that she drive us to the mall! You need to be