"LEARN HOW TO F***ING DRIVE!"
A quote from my mother every time I get behind the wheel.
Let's start with how old I am.
Ah hem. If you idiots (joking) don't know by now, I am fifteen.
Yep, I look way older, I know. Hint: sarcasm.
So you could see my dilemma when my mom says this EVERY SINGLE EFFING TIME I DRIVE.
Yes, this does tell me something.
1 that I can't drive
2 my mom hates my driving
3 I maybe should stop driving
But am I worried about those things?
No.
I shall keep driving until I die.
End o' story .
I mean I ran over a mailbox the other day but is that going to stop me?
Nope, never.
Ran over a tree about a month or so, but will that stop me?
Well, I mean, I was a little scared because both things.
1 my mom might beat my booty
2 my mom might beat my booty 2x
(The eff was that. I swear the weirdest effing noises...)
Haha still didn't stop me!
I haven't drove since the mailbox so maybe it did stop me...
Taught me a lot of things...
1 drive slower preferably the speed limit
2 Beware of your surroundings (especially mailboxes)
3 don't run over little kids
4 don't kill your mom's car or else she will beat your behind
5 plastic mailboxes are really durable!
The end for now...
