So, even at 22, boys can be incredibly immature . . . and no, if you’re reading this, I am not a) referring to you or b) referring to anyone you know . . . I just thought it needed to be said. A note on the immaturity of *cough*tattlers*cough* . . . whiny girly sissy boys who need to be protected from a little ridicule . . . grow some already.
And on the rest of the world:
“What are you going to do today Napoleon?”
“I’ll do whatever I want to . . . Gosh!”
I also discovered today, a bit to my confusion and disturbance, that I am Napoleon Dynamite in female (and real person) form. Weirded out.