I know you teenaged guys are feeling pretty strong.
You've grown a whole heckuva lot in the last few years, and you're gettin' to be almost as tall as your dads.
You're finding some confidence in the world. You're ready to challenge authority. You're ready to try to take on the big dogs.
But when you're at the pool on a VERY rare sunny day and you're trying to work together to throw in the man you either call "Mr. James" or "Dad," you had best just give it up:
No amount of you can gang up on him and successfully push him in the pool. It's not happening.
Feel free to exercise your newfound strength elsewhere. For example, doing something at which you have at least a snowball's chance in hell of accomplishing.
Because when Mr. James/Dad is ready to get in the pool, he will get in the pool 100% of his own accord, after all of you guys are successfully vanquished (repeatedly), and in the manner of his own choosing:
::SPLASH::
You teenaged boys have, oh, about forty years, I'd say, before you have a prayer at success. But at that point, however, both Dad and Mom will beat you with their canes before letting you throw us into the pool, so the bottom line is:
GIVE IT UP.
The end.


cute!!
Posted by: bfiles | 06/10/2012 at 06:23 AM