My mom found a joint in my pocket, so they took away my car. That makes sense! (They'd die if they knew there was about a pound of pot in the trunk.)
Now I'm stuck walking to and from school. I look like such a dork. I hate this time of year! My nose keeps running, and I'm sneezing like a mad man. I can't wait for these trees and flowers to stop spraying their sperm all over us. Ass holes!