Dear teenage posters
In deference to opinions posted before mine, if the rest of the world was practicing fireball/dragon punch traps while you were planning the great escape from dear old dad’s teabag, kindly shut the hell up.
Sincerely,
Your elders.
PS: I was gonna call the teabag his dimps, but some might not have gotten the joke.
PPS: GET OFF MY LAWN.
PPPS: This craziness is what insomnia does to me.