“You called Kevin! Why would you call Kevin?!”
Ah, to be a teenager. That’s one period in my life I would never want to repeat.
I could talk about how “despite the fact this is funny, it’s actually a serious subject…” but the fact is that it’s damn funny.
There’s nothing like trying to defend yourself when you have done something stupid (gone and met someone from MySpace without telling anyone who you are meeting or where you are going) and then have someone else come into the fight and gang up on you.
She may be 18 in age, but she sure isn’t in maturity. (And neither is her brother, but at least he’s funny.)
