Every time Dr. Phil has some teenager with an 'issue' on his show (and show me a teenager without one) - he always goes on about how their brain hasn't stopped growing yet and that they really can't make decisions properly because of it and yadda yadda yadda. Are you kidding me? I was a teenager once (like 2 years ago) and I was never allowed to blame my idiocy on a physiological issue. NOT FAIR. I blamed my hair on the Final Net, my zits on the hormones and my blisters on the jelly shoes...but I couldn't blame my numnuts teenage decision-making on the fact that my brain wasn't capable of decifering right from wrong.
So, I think I missed out.
Therefore, every stupid move I make from now on will heretofore be a direct result of the underdeveloped tender chunks of cuts n' gravy in my head (not the recalled kind).
The first thing I am going to do is some light cardio. I will achieve this by roughing up the nearest geriatric crossing guard. Back me up Dr. Philly! I'll bring a big cardboard cut-out of him when I do it, too. So when the crossing guard describes the attack to police, he'll remember seeing Dr. Phil. Sure, I'll be there too. But if you were being roughed up by a generic-looking girl and a GIANT ONE DIMENSIONAL, STONE-FACED BIG BALD MAN WHO RESSEMBLED DR. PHIL ....which would you remember most?
Yeah, I thought so.
The lesson here, people? Dr. Phil hates crossing guards. And my brain isn't my fault.