My 15-year-old just texted me (in the middle of his school day, during which time he's not supposed to use his cell phone), saying he has a girlfriend.
My first thought: Fuck, I hope she's not pregnant.
My second thought: Great. Now all I have to do is kill his father and grandmother, and have sex with his mother and today will be perfect.
...eh, I'm a simple man. I really only need to have sex with his mother, and I'll be good.
I can always fantasize about killing people without all the reality getting in the way and making it ugly.
So now my wife and I will be going to see Prometheus sometime soon. And we'll be sitting nowhere near the boy and his date. We're just providing transportation and parental whateverit'scalled [when you need to get a parent to be with you when you see an R-rated movie].
I hope the girl's parents are okay with her seeing an R-rated picture.
I hope the girl's parents don't own guns.
I hope he has fun with her.
God, I hope he doesn't get her pregnant.
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